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So what's the point?
You should have a clue by now - that the disease that causes a "quick" death to cats (most probably to kittens) is also the main reason that I became not-so-excited-and-happy for my birthday. We have lots of cats in our house; the photo below will show.
Last month, we lost the KING OF THE JUNGLE. We named him "Panganay," a Tagalog word for eldest. No, he didn't catch that friggin' virus, but he was struck by a tricycle. We have already accepted the accident and already got over it until a plague attacked the cat family.
|Ami, my Ami. :'(|
Through my research, I found out that it was very viral so my parents and I already assumed that some of our cats have already been infected. We're right. In fact, there already are five cats that are infected now. See how fast that killer cat virus is? What made us really sad is that we've read that it isn't curable. There's no medication that can kill the virus itself yet. Supportive therapy is the only thing we can do, and of course, TLC (Tender Loving Care).
Guess what, btw. Right on the night before my birthday, one among those five cats died. Yes, that's tonight. I cried. Mom did, and so was Father. These cats are part of our family and we do all our best to keep them healthy and happy. It's just so heartbreaking to think that a cat plague had came. Why's there such a thing? I don't understand why these cute little, loving creatures can be killed in an instant by something we can barely even see coming.
It's my fucking birthday tomorrow and I just don't care.
We were supposed to celebrate my birthday tomorrow, but I don't know. I don't think I can celebrate while thinking about these dying cats. I don't think I can celebrate while thinking about those cats who are already dead.
It's killing me now.
This goes out to everyone who have lost their pets, especially cats, in a very unacceptable way. I feel for you.