Early Childhood

One of my childhood memories is when we moved into a house when I was 3 years old. There was a house next door to us that had a whole bunch of cats. Maybe like 5-7 cats. I thought that it was the coolest thing ever! I became really good friends with the girl that lived next door, we would play all the time. And when ever I went to her house they had this one grey cat that I always loved! His name was Henry, he was my favorite cat that they had! After a month or 2 of living in that house Henry would always come over to our house and scratch on the door. So finally one day we let him inside our house. When he came into the house he was very very scared, but after a while he got used to the new environment that was surrounding him. Then since that day we let him in all we would hear at the door was "Meow Meow." He came to our house everyday, soon it started to become a bigger relationship with me and him. He would be over at my house eating chicken nuggets with me, snuggling with me on the couch while I would watch Barney, we would play in the plants in my front yard, and he would even sleep with me at night. Eventually, we just started feeding him and everything you would need to do to take care of a cat. After about a couple years we were getting ready to move. I would cry myself to sleep worrying about what would happen when we moved, since we couldn't take him with us since he wasn't our cat. One of the nights before our move the owners of Henry came to our door and asked if we would like to have him since he already spent so much time with us already, when they brought the cat over I noticed blood all over his throat. At that time I exploded into tears! He had gotten into a fight with another cat or a raccoon. The original owners offered to pay for the surgery to be done. They took him that night, and the next morning my best friend and I were together again. Then we went off to our new house, we have been together for forever!

At the end of the school year we had noticed a bump on the inside of his cheek. We thought oh it might be a tumor, it can be removed no big deal! When my mom took him to the vet they had to take samples of it and send it too a lab to exactly tell us what it was that he had. A week later it started to make his eye all huge and puffy and it had gotten way way bigger than it was. That week we got the results back. We were correct about it being a tumor but there was one more thing about the tumor, it was cancerous. The vet said that it was too late to do anything about it because it had already spread into his tissue. But they did give us a choice of us getting the tumor removed. You will never guess how much that would cost! It would cost $1,000, but there was no point on doing the surgery because they said that it would come right back. They said that we would be able to wait a while until we would have to put him down, so they gave us medicine so he wouldn't be able to feel any pain if he was in any. Eventually he got really weak and slept all day and it would bleed all the time all over. On July 1st I was waiting in a room with my mom and dad while thinking of everything that i have gone through with this cat. When the vet brought my cat back in the room with the I.V in his arm, she asked "you guys ready? He wont feel anything." As i said my last goodbyes, she put the shot into the I.V. She checked his heart one more time and said "I'm sorry, but he is gone." When you have a pet with you through all your childhood memories, it makes that story stand out through all of them. And when I heard the words "he is gone" come out of the vets mouth that's when the thought came to be that I had lost my best friend.