That week, your last week, was AMAZING. Seriously. I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Cause I was always with you. I never left you. One night you slept in between my legs, another night you slept at my chest on my pink pillow with me. I’d hear you peeing in your litter box (which stayed in my room) in the middle of the night. It was just amazing being with you. You were doing so good. I might actually miss tube feeding you. One day, the Rogers came over, and Jodee came to pet you and you LOVED her. You rubbed your face against hers. You loved Janice, and Mr. Chris, and Alyssa, and Michelle, and Katherine, and your Grandma and Grandpa. You just loved everyone that last week. You loved me. I loved you. We talked to each other. And I pet you for so long, and you purred. You listened to me type on my computer all night. We went to bed at around 3 in the morning each night, even though we had to start feeding you again at nine in the morning. Although it was one of the most stressful weeks ever, it was one of the best weeks ever. Because we were together. And that’s all that mattered.
After a few days, feeding you got way to hard on us. We wanted to skip right to the solution, a tube going through your side right into your tummy. You were booked for surgery. But at the time, you only had a 20% chance at living. I never knew the disease was that bad. But you were a 20% cat… you lived off of that chance until you got your surgery. I slept by your head that night. We bonded. And it was the best night ever. We got up at 8:15 to take you for your surgery. You’re appointment was at nine. Your doctor was amazing. Doctor Claffee, or something like that. He took care of all the police dogs and what not. So we was GOOD, and he came in special for your surgery. You’re surgery took about two hours, and in that time I watched some guy on you tube read twilight out loud. The vet called and told me that everything went fine. I was pacing around my room when I was talking to you, and I was so relieved. You had an 80% chance at surviving! When we brought you home later that evening, wow, were you ever drugged up. It was so funny. Your tongue was sort of sticking out of your mouth. But you were amazing. You ate. Chicken and ham. You must have been so drugged up that you didn’t notice. I was so proud of you. And you slept at my feet like always. As weird as it sounds, the day you got surgery was actually a really good day.
And then I went to camp on August 8th. I only had a week with you. On the 13th I came home, my mom (grandma) said you hadn’t been eating. I thought it was because you missed me. We were supposed to go to BC the next day. My parents (your grandparents) decided not to go anymore because of personal problems, and I got a little bit upset. But honestly, for some reason I wasn’t that upset. I needed to be with you, and at the time I wasn’t sure why. I cried when you wouldn’t eat your treats. You never ate much fancy feast either. We bought you some tuna, but you’d only eat a bit and it had to be from my hands. You started eating less and less, so we took you into the vet. I thought it was going to be something simple, but he told us you had a liver disease. For a second I was like “Crap, you could die.” But I had a feeling you were going to live. I had a good feeling, anyway. I thought everything would be okay. And I was right. Everything is okay. It’s okay, Garf, I understand. Anyway, we had a little bit of fun with your liver disease. You never left my side. I never left yours. Feeding you was hell. We had to feed you through a syringe, and it was seriously like animal abuse. You hated it. But I knew you werent mad at us. You still loved us.
And then I went to the mountains for two weeks. There came I day where I was crying because I missed you. I just wanted to go home and be with you. Two weeks was too long a time to be away from you. That’s the only thing I feel about now. Leaving you for two weeks, and that week I went to camp. I’d rather have stayed at home with you. The day I was leaving, when I was packing, I kept you with me the WHOLE time. You gave me lots of love and hugs. Right before I left, when I was petting your head, I told you “You’ll miss me when I’m gone but soon I’ll come back and we’ll both be so happy. And I won’t leave you again.” You have no idea how happy I was when I came home. You were happy too. I ran in, and shouted “GARF!?” You were on the big chair by the front door, and jumped off, and walked towards me, and looked at me. When I held you, you purred. You turned to look me right in the eye like you were making sure I was really there. We were both so happy to be together again. I’m very excited to be with you again, Garf.
Temptations. That had to be one of the best memories with you. I was planning on taking NICE pictures of you inside, with the white background. Laying in a hammock type thing. I thought I’d bribe you with temptations. I put them on the dresser, and sure enough, you jumped up, and stuck your head in the temptations- tipped your head back, and ate as much as you could. You’re head got stuck, and you shook the bag off, temptations flying everywhere. You were scared, but you didn’t care, cause you had temptations. And that’s all that mattered to you. That was the beginning of July.
