Well my cat had kittens about 6 weeks ago and they were all promised away but one. But last night, one of the kittens left this plain of existance and is now in a new form. Yesturday my father accidently stepped on this kitten, who knew not a name until his death had come i have named him scrapper. The reason for this name will be made clear later but here is the whole story of this ordeal starting with the fateful wounding.
My father was making his way to my mothers room, but did not watch where he stepped i had gone ahead of him so when this happened i was very close. But my father stepped on poor scrapper, who despite getting stepped on by someone 100's of times bigger then him managed to survive. The moment it happened he had a violent seizure and began to cough up blood. My dad thinking his death had happened quickly picked up the kitten while he was in the middle of his seizure and bleeding from the mouth carefully and brought him to my mother after the movement had ceased. Me and my father thought it was all over but my mom checked his breathing and heart rate finding that despite his violent outburst of pain and his look of death he still had a life. My mom quickly called up some places trying to find a place that was still opened. After a few minutes i was asked to take the kitten so my mom could get dressed. I did so laying on my bed and holding him lightly to my chest. My mom once ready got a warm towel and i wrapped poor little scrapper in it and quickly threw on my shoes not bothering to even put on socks for the hurry we were in. I held him close to my chest as my mom drove swirftly to the vet, All the time prompting him to keep breathing and stay awake. Once there i handed him to my mom again and we went into the examination room. A doctor meet us in there giving the kitten a quick examination finding it had suffered brain trama and his core body temp was two low, she came back in with a warm water bottle covered in a blanket for the kitten to lay on. We layed him on the hot water bottle and wrapped the other towel around him not wanting him to move to much incase he hurt himself more. The nurse came back in with an estemate of how much treatment would cost the lowest being $5,38.60 dollars the highest being $6,98.38 but to do anything at all they required lowest price up front, which my mom didn't have. Credit cards weren't an option because we have some credit fruad thing in our name a credit card we never had or applied for or anything is claiming we owe them. Anyways there was only one option at the moment, so i stayed in the examination room with the kitten and my mom went to this loan place. It took her about half an hour in that time i stayed with the kitten prompting it to keep breathing and listening to his breathing as i scratched behind his ears. I talked to him alot telling him to hang on and just keep breathing. When my mom came back she said we couldn't do it, the loan would cost us 75 dollars. If we had had more time it would have been possible we have the money but it's hard to get it in that little amount of time. So our option was to put him down or attempt a no grantee medicine and bring him home and see if he could make it. My mom starts to cry. We tried to go with the life option even if it was a low chance. But when the nurse walked out with the kitten she came back in a second later with him and said he was in alot of pain and it might be more humane to put him down. She handed the kitten back to my mom. She crys again and says her goodbyes. I grabbed a paper towel getting it a wet then i took the kitten from my mom and i tried to wash off all the blood i could being as gentle as i possible could. The woman came back and i managed to clean his nose off but most of the blood was to dry to clean off of him his annoyed me i didn't him to go all bloodied but i handed him to the woman. My mom asked if we could witness the death and the nurse said it was impossible, the doctor prefered to have a catheter in the animal when their owners put them down, my mom asked if they had a box so that we could bury him at home she said she woulf bring him back in a box. I stood there just thinking to myself, "There he goes.... He's somewhere back there dieing..." i started to blame myself for it. "If i hadn't of gotten all those art supplys.... i could of helped him i would of helped!" My mom left to go to the bathroom. So i sat down looking at the ground my head craddeled in my hands my elbows set on my knees listening for the door the true thing that would tell me this kitten is no more. I look up and see the door open she hands me a box. It's oddly warm, and i some how feel a presence from it. And i whispered to myself, "I feel warmth from this box but it is not true, i sense life in this box but this is not true." And i think that it's not fair that something so small, so young, had to die this way. When my mom comes in i hand her the keys and her purse and tell her it's time to go. We walk out to the car my mom still crying a little. We drive home and take about how this has happened before being as that my dad has stepped on a few kittens though they had the luck of dieing instantly. Which is why in my head i have decided to name him scrapper, because he stepped up were some of his brothern had never survived longer then the instant it happened. Well we talk a little more about the kittens we have lost and how they happened yet again my dads name came up. But we both agree that the cat would have died even if we had been doing it because we wouldn't of done anything differently. Near home my mom askes me to remind my dad to watch where he walks when the kittens are out but not to tell him that she said it, i agree and we go inside i go and but the kittens body in the freezer so nothing more can happen to his body. Then in frustration of the fact that when i tried to listen to the kittens breathing to make sure he was still alive my hair got in the way i grabbed a random pair of scissors into the bathroom and butchered it. Then i went into my room and climbed into my bed and went to sleep for the rest of the night.
This is the way things happened on the night of the late Scrappers death. His name means more to me then it might to my family because he fought to live the whole time, but it was the humans that failed him. I do not blame the vet, i do not blame the loan place, i do not blame my father or mother, nor do i blame myself. I blame those that forced these places to change their rules, those that cheated the system. I blame them because if they had not done this, the kitten might of had time, the vet would have helped him, the loan place would of had lower rates then they did. I blame those that made the rules much more strict, because now a trustworthy family loses a great kitten because he couldn'y get the treatment and have it paid for later because we did have the money, there was no way to get to it in time because of them who had cheated the vet.
May Scrapper rest in piece. For i must dig his grave my he not let himself be in his death stat in pain or sorrow, but with happiness that he left this plain where evil is no longer dormant in the hearts of men.
matt the neko Community Member 
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