I can finally finish this damn thing! And, not backdated, because of stuff further below.
day 30 → whatever tickles your fancy
New story~!Gods, it took me so long to get this one done. .;_____; Been busy with work and work and work and work. I had thought when I graduated I'd have more time for stories, but.. not so much. Which is ok, since I need to work, but.. my poor boys. .;_; And since this is so late, the next one will be late, which means the Valentine's Special will be late.
Le sigh~
And in completely other news..........
Tomo died today.
Just when Grandma finally broke down and paid the vet to find out what's wrong with him, and what she needed to do to help him, and bought him insulin and was giving him shots twice a day... he just got really sick.
I don't even know what happened. He was fine just a few days ago, then started getting weaker and weaker. He was outside for a long time the other day, then when he came back he had some patches of fur that were clumped, like he'd been cut and bleeding, and there were some scabs. But we don't know if it was sores that developed, or if he got in a fight or something while out.
Then yesterday he just stopped doing anything. He wouldn't eat at all, and barely drank any water. All he'd do is lay around, occasionally moving from one spot to another. When I came home from work he was outside, and he followed me in, and he could barely walk. My Dad and I were pretty sure he wouldn't make it through the night, and I kept checking on him. He'd purr when I pet him, and I felt like I should sit with him so if he died at least he wouldn't be alone. But I had to work today, so I had to go to bed.
So when I came home from work today, I discovered what I can officially call the Worst Thing Ever - my Grandma crying. My cousin was there, and she was crying too, and I knew without being told what happened. And I've been upstairs all night, which is extremely rare for me, just chatting and keeping Grandma distracted. She's ok when she's not thinking about it.
So that's the story. We'll miss him. He was a very good kitty. But he was getting so skinny and sickly, so in the very least, I'm glad he won't have to suffer anymore. It was so hard seeing him like that. Feeling every bone through his skin when petting him.
I feel so sad. About losing Tomo, yes, but more so because my Grandma should never ever ever ever have to be sad. She deserves only good and happy things. And for as flaky as my cousin can be sometimes, I thank the gods that she was there, and that they found him together. The very thought of Grandma being alone when finding him is unbearable.
And I should probably stop blubbering like a baby now, and get to bed. More work tomorrow.