lost my baby yesterday
february 12, 2024, I was walking home after basketball practice when I heard faint meowing coming from between the trees, I followed the sound, searching through the darkness, until I found a small kitten, only three months old, alone, hungry, and separated from his mother, I took him home, and my family and I instantly fell in love with him, we decided to keep him, and I named him fasfos, which basically means “tiny” and “farts,” because he farted all the time
for almost two and a half years, fasfos filled my life with happiness, he was the sweetest, dumbest, and most lovable cat anyone could ever ask for
about a month ago, my little baby became sick, I took him to the vet, and they told me it was just an infection and that he would be fine, he took medication for five days, and thankfully, he seemed to recover completely, but only a week later, he relapsed, and this time it was much worse, I rushed him back to the vet, and they diagnosed him with pneumonia, they started him on medication again and assured me he would recover within two weeks
instead, day after day, he kept getting worse, he lost so much weight that his bones became visible, after those two weeks passed, I told the vet that his condition was deteriorating, only to find out (just three days before his death) that he actually had an autoimmune disease, they admitted him to the ICU, and yesterday, I received the call that shattered my heart into a million pieces: fasfos didn’t make it, I didn’t know what to do, I felt devastated, angry, broken
I don’t even know why I’m telling all of this, I can’t stop blaming myself for not taking him to a better vet sooner, my heart hurts constantly, and every time I remember him, or even see and feed a stray cat, I break down crying
last three pics were his last days and last photos for him on my phone