The picture of the cat is supposed to lighten the mood, but I can't even feel happy or smile.
The cat in the picture was my cat named Bubba.
Tonight, I came home from Walmart with several of my roommates and my boyfriend, only to come into my room, and my boyfriend saw Yuffie (his twin; I didn't know where Yuffie was until later) curled up in the sewing room in our room, scared as hell. I look across the room (with no knowledge and without thinking) and I saw Bubba..just laying there. On a blood soaked pillow...I ran out of our room, onto the car port and cried and went into a panic attack...Bubba was dead.
Our roommate's dog (she was home the entire time), who was a Timberwolf / Alaskan Malamute mix, burst into our room and MURDERED our cat. (Keep in mind, our lock on our door that leads to the kitchen where the dog was is broken.)
I've never hated a dog so much.
I have a Pitbull / Rottweiler mix dog named Karma, and she LOVED our cats.
My boyfriend found Yuffie and brought her to me and I just embraced her, hugged her, held her tightly while crying onto her fur...I was very distraught.
Tonight was probably the worst night ever.
I love you, Bubba. Rest in peace. Me and my boyfriend treated you amazingly from the time we got you and Yuffie. We love and miss you already...you're always dear and near to me.
Thank you for reading my pointless blog about me grieving over my cat.
He was the sweetest thing, literally climbing on us and loving on us even if we didn't want it...but we loved it.
The picture of the cat is supposed to lighten the mood, but I can't even feel happy or smile.