The Vet Visit.

Last Thursday when I had just got home from school, my brother had a sad look on his face so I asked him what was up. He said to me that our Persian cat, Anshar had gone to the vet feeling ill.


We think he might have been stung by a wasp or bitten by a bee; either way he is a memory none of us will forget.
I used to call him my Fat-Flat-Faced-Puddy-Cat haha, mostly because he had a flat face, he was fat and he was a very young, very lovely 2 year old cat whom I will miss a lot.
Brung Brung Brung- went the phone. The vet had rung us to see if it was alright if they could put him down; they said his heavy breathing was just getting worse, and worse, so we got into the car straight away to say our goodbyes.
On the way to the vet me and my brother both had tears rolling down our faces, making our eyes as red as tomatoes, we didn't want him suffering any longer so we approved the thought of putting him down.
We walked slowly into the room where they kept him, and there he was, lying down on his side, breathing heavily into an oxygen mask, and it looked like the vet assistant had been crying aswell.


As the needle's liquid slowly entered Anshar's arm, I saw his face, and thats when I thought I had to leave, but when I saw his little tongue sticking out, I knew it would be best to stay, otherwise I wouldn't be able to say goodbye.


We ended up taking him home and burying him at the side of our house with painted rocks and a cross over where he has been buried.
He has gone now but we will always remember him. One way to remember him is our other Fat-Flat-Faced-Puddy-Cat, Willow. She has lost her mate, and so has our dog, Chester.


                                                                                                                                          Kezia