» Sat Feb 19, 2011 2:57 am
Got a story, but no videos of pictures. I have some, but they would make me sad. So thus my only real pet story.
I had a cat. Name was Otto. He was a stray cat who had been run over by a car, stoned by hooligan youth, beaten by old masters. He was offered to many houses, but all turned him down. He was going to be killed, but then my family heard of him and took him in.
He lived some 8 years with us, happily I recall, and we took good care of him. Then in 2002 he was diagnosed with a rare virus that had consumed poor Otto's stomach. He could no longer eat, and his condition deteriorated rapidly.
In what was to become his second last day in life, we let him do the one thing we had always forbidden from him: visiting the room which housed our ~50 mice and rabbit (Otto had already killed and eaten a few escaped mice, but we never punished him for doing what his nature told him to). There he lay, watching over the caged rodents. We all, and probably Otto too, knew that his story was ending.
Next day, I went to school with mother promising that she will bring Otto back from the vet. But when I finally got out of school, there was no cat. "Where's Otto?" I asked. "Otto has gone" mother said. Days of silence followed. There was no longer anyone running into the kitchen when the fridge was opened. There was no longer a friend watching from the window when you came home.
It was sad all right, kind of like watching the rabbit eventually die of old age, seeing as it took its last breath.
I might put some pictures up of him later sitting on the couch or something, because he thinks he's human hah 
I know he went to a good home, but I still miss him. 