Dear Delysia,
I am so sorry that I have neglected you. I haven't done it on purpose. But I have tried really hard not to be negative and dwell on the negative. I want to be better and I think I am becoming better.
I want to share with you some things that have been hard and some things that have been great about the past month or so.
First, my little girl Sniffles, passed away on Aug 31. I couldn't bring myself to write about it. It was too painful. Sniffles meant a lot to me and had spent her whole life in my care and the care of my mom and my family. I loved her. She was my baby. My step-dad texted me that day and said that he was going to put Sniffles down because she was sick and couldn't be helped. I generally don't listen to his point of view, so I called mom. She didn't answer and so I texted her and then called her again. When I called the second time, she answered and said that she had just finished putting my baby down and that there was nothing that they could have done for her. I just bawled over the phone. I bawled and bawled while mama was explaining to me what had happened.
Mama said that Sniffles was crying and mama called to her. She was at the bottom of the stairs and called to Sniffles but Sniffles didn't respond. She just stood there at the bottom of the stairs, with her head toward the floor and not moving. So mama went down and picked her up and noticed that there was blood coming out of her mouth. So mama took her to the vet. The vet said that her kidneys had failed and that her toxic levels were too high, and there was nothing that could be done. They said that her core temperature was 94 degrees, when it should be 100 degrees! Mom said that they wrapped her in a blanket that is made to keep her warm quick. Mama said she took her and held her like a baby and there was tears in her eyes. Mama said she was in so much pain. My step-dad wanted to take her home and let her die at home. Mama said that they were not going to do that and they were going to put my baby down. So Mama held my baby while they put her down. I cried and cried and cried and cried all day that day and night.
I told people that I was having an allergy attack to hide my feelings from people and listened to my favorite song for my baby kitties: Good Company: Oliver & Company. I told Traci about it and he helped me feel better about it. Mama buried my baby in her pet cemetery on her property.
Sniffles was a bridged gap for me. Mama got Sniffles during the time when I came back from my mission and was going to school and not really going back home. It was hard for me to go home, because of the fiasco of what happened with my sister and my step-dad. So mom bought Sniffles to bring me home. It worked. I came back home to love another baby kitty. My first yellow kitty, Molly passed from kidney failure too. Sniffles is what brought me home to be around my family more. It was so hard for me to come back to the house because it wasn't a place of love and safety, it was a place of lies, deceit and betrayal. Having a innocent life, like Sniffles really helped me want to come back home and heal and feel safe and ready to be around the family more. Having her pass has hurt my heart.
When I call my mom, I always mention my baby. On Sept 5, when I called my mom again, I was happy and towards the end of the call, I was about to ask how my baby was, but she wasn't there. She was gone. It was sad. It is still sad to write about it and relive those moments. I loved her. She was mine. She is one of the few things that was mine.
I miss my baby so much. I still talk to mama, but it's not the same. Sniffles was 12 years old.