My Thanksgiving was half ass...why you ask? My cat got hit by a car...
His name is Costello. A two year old Siamese/Persian mix.
He is as sweet as can be. You cannot help but love him. And now I am at risk of losing him.
This isn't the first time either. I almost lost him once before to some kind of sickness. And now he has been hit by a car.
And you are thinking 'Why is this girl making such a big deal?' Well I will answer your question. I love animals a lot. They are a big part of my life. Always has and always will be. I get attached to my pets because they just give you that special unconditional love that is hard for humans to give. They look at you and do not see the pimples, the bad teeth, or the bad eyes. They don't look at you and think how ugly you are. They just see you. And all they want is love. So I give it. And I get love back. The night before My cat got hit...he stayed by my head all night long. Every time I awoke there he was. And I am more then willing to give up my Christmas to pay for a surgery. Because you know what....there will always be another Christmas. You cannot replace a life. If you still do not understand...then don't even try because you never will.

I feel deeply saddened because since today was Thanksgiving We could not take him to the vet. So my mother is taking him the following day. I will give up my entire Christmas list to save him if it is possible to save. He is alert and holding his head up some so fate will hopefully let me keep him a little longer. I love him so much...he fills your heart with warmth and just wants a lap to sit on...I do not see how people can hurt animals and think it is funny...they have no fucking life at all...I wouldn't give a shit if they were teased themselves...I'd like to hit them like they hit an animal and see how they fucking feel. I remember once I saw a man intentionally try to run over a cat. What the fuck is with that? This person obviously had no heart.