SNOWBALL
Our cat, snowball, was always a big kitty. When we first got him, he was extremely afraid of humans. For at least 2 weeks, snowball didn't come out from under my bed. It was sad, and I felt bad for him, since all he would do if we came in to see him, was sit under there, stare at us, and growl. We didn't know how old he was when we got him, since the previous owners had treated him horribly, leaving him in the basement with a HUGE pile of food and a litter box. No companions.
Eventually, snowball (our fatty catty) plucked up the courage to come out and come see his new owners/companions. We already had another cat, but they warmed up to each other just fine. Me and my mom and sister were really happy as well as relieved when he came out from under the bed.
About 5 years later, we noticed that he had dropped a TON of weight, and we could feel his spine through his fur. We noticed that he was eating fine, except for that it was growing more and more difficult for him to eat dry food like our 2 other cats. We took him to the vet, and the vet confirmed that it was Hepatitis, a liver disease. The vet also told us that there was nothing that we could do to help Snowball, but give him antibiotics. My mom didn't want to force him to live by making him take those horrendous pills that he hated having pushed down his throat by mom. So, he lived until my sister and I got home from our dad and stepmom's. He lived for about 3 weeks after we got home, until one Sunday he quietly died in my mom's arms, w/ me and my sister around him.
We miss you, Snowball, and to us, you will forever be in our hearts, and you will always be our Fatty Catty. Even Jade and Sushi miss you!!
Love, Hayley, Lauren, and Amy
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