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Baby Kitty (or Chumpy, as my brother named him) died this afternoon.
I wasn't home. I was out to get my much-needed massage. My brother was home though. Chumpy had been active lately, he liked to walk around and play. And we thought he wouldn't go outside the gate since he tended to go inside the house instead. It wasn't even 30 mins since I left home while Chumpy was walking around the frontyard when my brother texted me, telling that Chumpy died.
I was like, I dunno. I think It didn't dawn on me immediatly because it hadn't been long since I saw Chumpy alive and kicking.
My brother said he was bitten by my neighbor's big bad doggy. My neighbor tried to stop the dog when it suddenly ran towards chumpy, but it was too late. By the time the granny managed to hit the dog to let Chumpy go and brought him to my brother, Chumpy was already dead. My bro said there was a lot of blood.
By the time I got home, my brother had already buried him in an empty lot nearby.
Chumpy hadn't been that long with us, and I didn't get to see him that much due to work, but still, it hurt. I could only imagine how my brother might feel. He had been the one taking care of Chumpy all this time, and he was the one at home when it happened.
I kind of blame myself for letting Chumpy in the garden instead of putting him inside with my brother even though the front door was open. I think my brother also feels guilty deep down.
...anyway. Yeah, I actually planned to post more pics on Chumpy next week, but now, I still can't bring myself to go over the many pics of Chumpy.
Oh well, that's it for now. I have a workload to do. So much for a fun weekend.
I wasn't home. I was out to get my much-needed massage. My brother was home though. Chumpy had been active lately, he liked to walk around and play. And we thought he wouldn't go outside the gate since he tended to go inside the house instead. It wasn't even 30 mins since I left home while Chumpy was walking around the frontyard when my brother texted me, telling that Chumpy died.
I was like, I dunno. I think It didn't dawn on me immediatly because it hadn't been long since I saw Chumpy alive and kicking.
My brother said he was bitten by my neighbor's big bad doggy. My neighbor tried to stop the dog when it suddenly ran towards chumpy, but it was too late. By the time the granny managed to hit the dog to let Chumpy go and brought him to my brother, Chumpy was already dead. My bro said there was a lot of blood.
By the time I got home, my brother had already buried him in an empty lot nearby.
Chumpy hadn't been that long with us, and I didn't get to see him that much due to work, but still, it hurt. I could only imagine how my brother might feel. He had been the one taking care of Chumpy all this time, and he was the one at home when it happened.
I kind of blame myself for letting Chumpy in the garden instead of putting him inside with my brother even though the front door was open. I think my brother also feels guilty deep down.
...anyway. Yeah, I actually planned to post more pics on Chumpy next week, but now, I still can't bring myself to go over the many pics of Chumpy.
Oh well, that's it for now. I have a workload to do. So much for a fun weekend.
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why must our cats, die in a bad manner ne...
i am literally in tears right now... we had adopted a kitty too... long time ago.. he died in the same manner as well... i can't say anymore... i might end up bawling again...
condolence aiy-chan..... ['....']
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thnaks so much Anya~ and aww, sorry that you had to cry too :(