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Today Lizz linked me to a certain video….

Last Sunday night, my youngest sister noticed there was something wrong with one of my family’s cats. His name is Eightball. She told me he was meowing oddly. So I went upstairs to investigate and found him lying in the doorway to my sisters’ bedroom. He meowed at me. It sounded, to me, like it usually does. So I petted him a bit. He seemed fine at the time.

Wrong.

During the last six days it became increasingly obvious that something was wrong with him. He began losing weight quickly and instead of being upstairs like he usually is, he began to stay downstairs. He became too weak to climb the stairs. At first I thought, “It’s okay. He’ll be okay. It’s probably what Peanut had recently. We can take him to the vet and get him some medicine for it. Then he’ll get better. Just like Peanut did.”

Wrong again…

We took him to the vet today to have them look at him. They discovered he’s got some sort of growth in his throat. It’s preventing him from eating, or at least making it very difficult and very painful to do so. The surgery to remove it will cost $500. It’s $500 we don’t have and they don’t know if it can even be removed.

There’s nothing I can do to help him.

And I can’t stop crying. Every time I think I’m done, I start again.

I wish I could do something.

Eightball has been with my family his entire life. Ten years. It’s not going to be the same without him. At all. I don’t want him to go, but I don’t want him to suffer, either.

rubicon-art:

My planet needs me!
Just a little drawing for my friend Len. I’ve been watching him play Spore a lot recently and this came to mind one evening, hehe.

Disaster averted.

quillpaw:

unicornempire:

The Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Tardis Clock. Cut out of birch wood and painted blue with a metallic gold backing, and absolutely no numbers because what fun would that be?

gimmee

I want this clock. I really do.