CW/TW- Pet Death
So last night I asked for prayers for me and my parents because we'd had a really rough and emotionally trying day. I will now explain. This is, unfortunately, also a Kitten Update on my Bengal kittens, so if you've become emotionally invested in them and aren't up for reading this right now, look away and come back to it another time. Or just don't come back to it. Alright, disclaimer over, you've been warned.
Alright, I'm going to keep this as succinct as possible to try and limit how much I end up crying.
We took the six girl kittens to get spayed yesterday.
Tulip, the littlest kitten, Leeli's runt, had a heart condition we didn't know about. It's all but invisible, there are barely any signs and there is no way to know it exists without special tests being done which we never even thought to do because we had never had an issue with it before and we have had Bengal cats for a long time.
They put Tulip under anesthesia and during the procedure her heart just... stopped. They did everything they could to revive her, they gave her CPR, they gave her epinephrine, but it didn't work. She died.
The vet said she likely had a heart condition where the heart walls thicken and it takes more and more effort then for the heart to beat. My mom looked it up and usually by the time symptoms are visible the cat only has 3-6 months to live. There is no cure, all they can do is slow it down/improve symptoms.
I realized, and shared with my parents, that Tulip was already showing symptoms. She always tired out before the other kittens, she slept more than them, when she was littler she'd come and fall asleep on me because she knew I'd keep other kittens from pouncing on her. Two days ago I'd left Madia and Tulip in my room for maybe 10-15 minutes and they were waking up from a nap, so I assumed they'd be tearing around when I got back. They were curled up on my bed again and I thought that was odd, but...
But Tulip was little, she was the runt, there was no reason to question these things because they're not uncommon behavior for runts (being smaller they have less energy/stamina). And she was as fiesty as any Bengal kitten we'd ever had. A few days ago I saw her attack Farid, her brother, who is over a FULL POUND heavier than her, and start beating him up. She gained weight, she ate well, she acted like a normal kitten!
She was already showing symptoms at 4-6 weeks old, maybe earlier. 3-6 months to live (usually) after symptoms show up. Her heart stopped when she was 4 months old.
It was basically as if we'd had her put to sleep. She felt no pain, she didn't even know. She just fell asleep.
There was no happier kitten in existence than Tulip. That little baby would purr like a MOTOR if you were in the ROOM with her, not even if you were holding her, petting her or playing with her. She just purred ALL THE TIME. She was such a sweet little bug that you couldn't get mad at her. All she knew was happiness and love, and like my mom said, there aren't many cats or people that's true of. She had the happiest kittenhood, the happiest life that any cat could ever have. Her siblings knew that their baby sister needed extra TLC so they made sure to always snuggle around her, Madia went slower so her baby sister could keep up, they loved her, they loved her, they loved her.
Tulip was going to die soon, we just didn't know it. At least this way, God gave us some answers and reasons as to why. I told my mom yesterday that this was simply her span of days, and it was short but very bright.
I named her after a spring flower. Tulips have a short season and then they fade. Tulip's season was short but vibrant and full of life. And when I thought about it today, about if I would have rather had her just not be born alive so I didn't have to go through the grief of losing her after I'd known her...
I couldn't imagine a world where I hadn't experienced that baby's life. I'd do it all over again. Her span of days was short but bright and I was with her every day of her life. I was her forever. And I loved her and I loved her and I loved her.
This was not my fault, I did everything right, I have no regrets. Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. She would never have lived long, but I gave her the best life any kitten could ever have.
Tulip is buried in my Hideout, in the Gnarled Forest, next to Dora. There is no higher honor I could give her than that.
All the others kittens came thought surgery fine and are recovering.
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Day 27: endless suffering but the weather boys make everything easier
i have my last exam tomorrow and thank gods that i can take it at home.
FortPeat's cover has been on replay. The song was so sweet?!!! incredibly PrapaiSky-coded if i say so myself. Let's not forget the visuals!!!! they looked so soft and they were in bed. honestly, i should just camp in that MV and have it on replay.
the weather boys are busy preparing for the fan meet and i have yet to figure out how to buy the online access to it?!!!! maybe ill just have to see it via fans on the event whose live tweeting the event. 😞😞😞
i just thought of a really good PrapaiSky twt au prompt and i am excited to start making it once my exam is over. i actually have an unfinished PrapaiSky twt au but lets not talk about that 😌😌😌
i am brainstorming for a PhayuRain twt au but i dont have a grasp on Phayu's character outside of being Rain's doting boyfriend and hot mechanic and architecture god.
i havent really missed the weather boys as much as i thought. but also, im living in my own bubble where i have curated all my social media accounts so that i can see LITA content on my tl and dash all the time.
im sure that once i do another rewatch, you'll know because ill be crying again on how much i miss them
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since I've been writing some silly self-indulgent tma fanfic involving her, I've been having a little Loving Eleventh Hour Renaissance time in my brain
I have flashier POV characters, but lev is just...... she is my special girl! my most specialest good girl who just happens to be a child assassin! she tends to get overshadowed by sixes and chance, who are attention hogs and a lot more obnoxious about their hangups, but there's a reason why, even in the very first draft, when I thought I'd killed her off, she came back to save the day: she's solid ground. lev is the port in the storm. she knows who she is and what she wants and she'll do what it takes to keep it. she thinks quick, she's brutal when she needs to be, and she's so, so smart (she's an engineer, an inventor, an amateur sewist). if chance and the twins are planets, lev is the sun they orbit around.
because even more than all of that - the stability, the self-knowledge, the intelligence, the determination - lev is defined by her love. she defines herself by her love. for her inventions, for any scrap of happiness she can squeeze out of her objectively miserable life, and especially for her brothers. lev looks like the healthy one from the outside, but she is just as unhealthily unhinged about her family as they are (the healthiest one, btw, is sevens). she'll push herself, she'll bend boundaries, she'll go after the one and she'll make the ninety-nine help her. there's old, old guilt underneath her skin, along with a bone-deep fear of being alone. no love is perfectly pure. but she does love them all so much.
lev wants a lot of things to be different - she wants to be happier, freer, less fucking traumatized - but she also knows what she has, and you'll have to kill her before she lets go of it (lets go of them). you can't take lev's family away from her. she loves them too much.
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