parentinglife

Ever since i was young i have always been a cat lover. I love the way they smell, walk, look, sound and they way they would just curl up on whatever part of your body is comfortable. I have  cats back home and they have sentimental names. I had a cat named RUMM and he was so loving and so wonderful, i loved him so much that when he died it really broke my heart. I tried to resuscitate him and breathe life but i couldn’t, i just held him in my arms crying and screaming. Tears and fur all over my face and my body,i just sat there on the floor hugging him close to me stroking him and kissing him. I couldn’t believe he died, It didn’t register right away. It was as if i was in a trance that i know what was happening but at the same time i didn’t. I finally let them pry him away from my arms when he started to get cold and grow stiff. Still i kept stroking him and smelling him and tears just wouldn’t stop from falling. I was in consolable, i really mourned him and for days i could not stop crying over his death. My mother was so afraid that i would kill myself over his death, his death had a different affect on me. I had thoughts of killing myself and i thought that God was showing me by taking something away from me to appreciate my life. From that day forward i have never thought of suicide when i get depressed. I loved him so much and i cried and cried and cried until there was no more tears to shed. Until now i cant forget about him, I miss you so much RUMM.