When we put him in the ICU on the 10th, he was reluctant to sleep. His eyes were constantly looking in my direction. But because he was lying down, his view was blocked, so he would raise his head from time to time to take a look at me and then lie back down. A few days before that, he insisted on getting into my bed to sleep with me.
This was a habit he developed after turning six years old. As long as I was at home between 9 a.m. and 12 p.m., he would surely lie in the quilt with me. That day it was hot, so after sleeping for a while, I asked him to get out. Then he wandered around and lay down on my pillow, putting his head on my shoulder to sleep. Looking back now, he might have known that his life was coming to an end.
(The autopsy finally revealed that there was a piece of debris from an express – bag – like material in his stomach. It got stuck in his stomach and couldn’t be vomited out, causing the stomach wall to become thin and bleed. I feel extremely guilty about this.)
Pudding held the highest position in our family. When my dad came back from his hometown after being away for several days, the first thing he did was to look for Pudding and give him a hug. Before he was six years old, Pudding didn’t like being held, but he liked to stay by your side. Our cats usually got close to me as I spent the most time with them. Every time I was doing homework or drawing, he would jump onto the table, find a place to lie down, and keep me company. Or he would do something like this (ignore my drawing. It was a simple – drawing assignment for my preschool – education major. I was helping my junior when he sat right on the drawing).
He also liked to compete with my dad for the computer chair.
And of course, he would always follow you to the toilet.
Peeking.
Jumping onto the washing machine and waiting for me.
This was his favorite little corner.
In my heart, there’s no such thing as a pedigree cat or a domestic cat. A cat is a cat. Every little cat is a little angel sent by God, a gift to the world. Although God took back my angel, the nine – year time we spent together is my most precious memory. As long as you love it, whether it’s an ordinary cat or a pedigree cat, it’s your family, an irreplaceable existence. The reason I chose him was our fate.
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