Bad Two Weeks

Two weeks ago we had to have Bandit put to sleep. He was 14. Bandit was ready to go and he was trying to find a place to go at and die. I had him since I was 8.

I remeber getting him from down at my bus stop, he was 6 months old trying to go down the drain. When I got home from school my little sister who cried to let dad let us keep him, had him dressed up in baby clothes and in our dolhouse.

Bandit was a good cat and we all miss him very much.

Then Thursday, I had to make the decision of having my little boy Dollface put to sleep. We have been trying to decide what to do for the past three weeks. I would set by Boog and ask him what does he want. After that he would start eating really good. But he wasn't gaining his weight back. He was always fighting and has been a fighter since he was a five week old kitten. He was fighting for me.

When we first got him three years ago I didn't even want him, because I had just lost Peanut. And I ended up getting very close to him. I told him Thursday, "I know you are done fighting. You don't have to anymore. If your ready then you can go. I love you." His last meal was his favorite baby food; chicken.

When we had Bandit put to sleep, dad brought him into the porch and laid him on the table, I picked LeeLee up and took him to see Bandit. Then Lee laid next to him.

For the past two weeks Lee has been laying next to Dollface on the table watching over him. He doesn't understand what happened to him. I took Lee to the porch to see Boogie one last time. I told Lee that he was Boogie's best friend, and that Booige really appriciated him for being with him. He hasn't been on the table since then.