Hey, guys! I’m back with another WAY COOL post! Today, we are talking about an amazing, beautiful cat that changed my life. Or, two, I guess. His name was Dickens. He was an AMAZING cat. I could tell him about my day, and he wouldn’t lecture me. He wouldn’t say “Hannah, you did that wrong” or “Hannah, you’re taking what they said wrong”. That’s the great thing about pets. You can talk to them, let your feelings out, and they will sit down next to you.

Oh, and what mom didn’t say in her post. During Dickens’s lifetime, he was diagnosed with diabetes (you already know this). Unfortunately, he didn’t like his new diet and started to act up by not using his litter box. Poor cat, he didn’t understand why he needed his new food and insulin shots! Sometimes, mom threatened him by telling him she wanted to leave him outside so coyotes would eat him. This made me VERY sad and angry. I defended him whenever she said that, telling her that he DIDN’T understand why it was all happening! From his point of view, he was being tortured, betrayed. He never understood what diabetes was.

And guess what! Dickens was NEVER a villain, he was a HERO! Let me tell you a story. One day, many years back, it was night time. I came downstairs, not that I remember why. When I went down, I saw Dickens. He was chasing a scorpion. I ran upstairs to tell my mom about the scorpion, and we went downstairs. Before Dickens had a chance to kill the scorpion, my mom had. For years after, he wouldn’t kill a SINGLE BUG. Years later, during the night, there was this cricket that was SUPER annoying. The next morning, I found it dead. Dickens had killed it. Now, you are probably wondering, “what kind of act of heroism is that?” Answer: this was just the beginning.

One day, I noticed a strange looking bug carcass on my bed. I thought Dickens had killed a SECOND cricket, so I brushed it off my mattress. I really did NOT want to pick it up. Not after what had happened with the last bug he had killed. I had picked it up in a tissue, (the REAL cricket) and then, suddenly, one of its legs popped right out of it’s socket. It was disgusting! Then, a few days later, the same day Dickens died of cancer, mom found the bug corpse I had brushed aside. She was SHOCKED! Apparently it was a SCORPION. It was kinda hard to tell, because he ripped off the tail and I was tired when I first saw it, but now I knew. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve gotten stung! I felt so terrible. I hadn’t given him the “thank you” he deserved.

The day he died was a terrible day, one of the worst. I was so miserable, so sad. As he lay there, ready to be put down because of his cancer, I was in tears. My hero, my comfort, was about to leave me. As they gave him the shot, I saw and heard what no owner wants to see or hear. I heard the vet say “ He’s gone”. I saw his lifeless body twitch. I cried for a very long time. Even now, I still miss him. He will always have a place in my heart.

Then, five days later, as if it couldn’t get any worse, my cat Whispie died. She had a ruptured uterus. It was horrible. She was standing on all four paws when she had the shot. I then saw her knees bend, and as she laid down on the hospital bed, I knew she had passed. Again, I was in tears.

Months later, I got a new cat named Bandit. Also, I wasn’t too happy when I found out about my mom’s post. I wanted Dickens remembered as the hero he was. Hearing about this, my best friend’s mom Gena said that I should write a post about how I felt about Dickens, so I did. I will always miss Dickens and Whispie. <3 Hannah 🙂