I do not know how to start this blog off so I will be straightforward. I have two cats, a calico but mostly gray she cat and an orange tabby male cat. Their both about a year old and are a month apart. These cats ever since my last cat, bless her soul, passed away they have kept me great compaionship through the months. Sadly, the years will not happen for both for one shall end soon...

The orange tabby cat. He's a runt, the runt of the litter. He was always a small cat and never really had the best systems inside of him and now...I see that. He's dying. He has a disease called feline infectious peritonitis or FIP for short. The disease is first made from a small disease called corona and can be converted into FIP via individual cats. It's very rare...but he's also a rare cat and has converted it. We took him to the vet today, we talked with them and we have only one option now, wait. We cannot cure this disease, we cannot stop it, we cannot halt it, we cannot slow it down, we can't do anything. Based on what I've heard he has only 24-48 hours left. I realize I am a fool for writing this blog and not spending time with him, but I don't know what else to do. He is not a very energetic cat, he is very laid back, always tired, I just don't know what to do.

It's coming....I know it is...he was the youngest of the two and I always imagined him to die after his faux sis. I never expected him to be the first...and for the day to come so soon. I tell you this because...well, I don't know why I tell you this. You aren't here to expierence it, you aren't in the midst of it, you're just looking at a screen reading the words and then posting comments of the situation. I know that's all you can do, I just wish maybe you could do more. I pray for a miracle to happen, he's only a year and a month old. A baby...he can't be taken so soon now. He just can't.

I await for that day to come, I'll still be on but my activity here will be small and the blog will come when I had said goodbye and he has been put to sleep. I never wanted this to happen, I wanted him to die years later....like 14 or 15 or anything....but I never wanted it to be 11 months. Maybe he will get better, but all signs point to nothing. I pray for a miracle, I pray for him, I pray to god to keep him safe and in his arms, caring for him as he does to the other pets of heaven. I've always seen shows like Family Guy, South Park, and whatever else and they always joke about pets not going to heaven. He will...they all will. Their just animals, they never did anything wrong, it was purely their instinct that led them to do it. He will, he will go to heaven. This I also pray.

That is all I can say, I must go...I'll await for comments about this but there is nothing that will make me feel better. Perhaps I'll stay with him until the day comes. I've never been with him for a long time, I feel like I've snubbed him and gone for his faux sis. I'll try and make that up today and tomorrow and maybe even the next. I'm sorry to write a blog about my personal life, but...I just need someone else to help me. Families are always there for one another...but to hear from people who aren't in a family is what really makes me smile.

Goodbye my friends...I'll play my games, I'll be with loved ones, I'll live my life...but my fire inside of me grows smaller and smaller each day. One day it too will extinquish...but for now, my life is not what concerns me...a small baby boy is in need of his family. I must go and be with him and them...goodbye.

-Goyoshi12