Mariel was my first kitty, and I got her from my teacher in 6th grade. She was about four years old, I suppose. She'd been sick for awhile, it started when she began losing fur but we thought it was due to maybe an allergic reaction to her food or something. We think it was actually Lukemia, but we're not sure. I came home today ready for Spring Break and she wasn't on my bed as usual, but I didn't really pay attention. Then about an hour ago I heard a loud moaning from the stairs, and it scared me, so I ran over to see what it was and Mariel was lying on the ground, trying to stand up, but scooting around in circles instead. Her poor little muscles weren't working right, and she was twitching all over, and I tried to pick her up but I was too scared, so I started screaming for my dad. He came down and told me that I needed to be more mature and get into my room so he could "do what he had to do". Of course I knew what that meant, so I started crying and petting Mariel. My dad picked her up and she died. I suppose she must have been hurting, I wish I could say she died without pain, but I guess she isn't hurting anymore.
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Who knows maybe josh is taking care of mariel for you now.