Today was supposed to be a celebration for our family — a celebration that brings us together and creates warm, happy memories. But unfortunately, for years to come I will remember this day as one filled with anxiety, tears, and mourning.
I remember the day when my parents, my brother, and I went to choose a kitten. There were so many of them, but she was our choice. So small, with blue eyes. She already had a name — Bonitta. And for us, just Bonya. We even joked that her name sounded like the animatronic Bonnie.
I have met many cats in my life. And only now do I truly realize how special she was — when she is no longer by my side.
It happened suddenly. Just yesterday I was scolding her for climbing on the radiators. Just yesterday she was lying next to me and purring. Just yesterday I was chasing her around the room because I wanted to squeeze her…
She was always the same: quiet, gentle, wanting to be petted and fed, running away because she knew she was being naughty…
Today around noon my brother came to me and said she was breathing strangely. I came over and confirmed it. Most veterinary clinics were closed today. When we went to the veterinarian who had always helped us, we saw that he had a day off. So we thought we could go tomorrow, because she was behaving normally: active, eating, purring — just breathing very heavily.
We returned home. Less than half an hour later, she began to meow constantly. She had always been very quiet. You could tell she was in the apartment only by the presence of mess in her litter box. And then suddenly she started meowing loudly and frequently, and breathing with her mouth open.
We panicked and within 15 minutes were already at the only working veterinary clinic. She was still meowing, but much weaker
While they were registering her, we stepped aside to the restroom to clean the carrier because she had soiled it. We took her out — and she simply lay down. She didn’t try to run away or get out, even though she hated carriers. She just lay on the floor and meowed into emptiness…
And within a minute, they took her away…
Half an hour later, we were told that she had died. We returned home with an empty carrier…
And now I regret every time I scolded her, every time I chased her out of the room, every time I complained that she scratched something, and that I didn’t seek help sooner.
Her little heart couldn’t take it... Good night my little sunshine Bonya (10y,8m,22d).
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