Life is Life, and while life is life, life is what we live, because life is worth living for... Right!?

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Our house has a lot of fleas, just to let you know.

Well, two days ago we noticed our 17 week old kitten was looking malnourished, and she didn't eat much. So we took her to the emergency vet that night. Since we've had to bathe her for fleas several times, we thought it was because of that.

The doctor confirmed our fears by telling us that our newest family member, Nashira, had flea anemia or something... Meaning, the fleas all over her body had drained her of most of her red blood cells...

The doctor gave Nashira a pill which made her blood toxic to fleas, within two ours we could visibly see all the dead fleas just, dropping off of her. She had ate more healthy, and it looked like she was making a recovery.

Well, last night the kitten spent all of her time in the upstairs bathtub, she refused to eat, and had no interest in leaving the bathroom.

This morning, my stepbrother, Nathan, noticed that Nashira wasn't breathing much. Nancy, my stepmom. brought Nathan and my little brother Bobby to the daycare, and held Nashira... Shortly after, to Nancy's horror... Nashira tilted her head back, and died in Nancy's arms...

I woke up at 8:40am, after falling asleep by 6am... I was groggy, but when Nancy came into my room, bawling her eyes out, I knew something was wrong... To my own horror, I found out that Nashira had died...

I started to dig the grave for Nashira upon Nancy's request, calling a friend of mine 4 times before he finally woke up to help me... I remember thinking to myself that, why is it, that when I'm most in need and I need help... Why are none of my friends around?

Finally, Dylan woke up to help me dig the grave for our deceased family member. Shortly before he arrived at my house, Nancy had decided to cremate her instead...

So, after filling the grave back up, I proceeded to wait for my dad to arrive home... His wife, my stepmom, was in pain, and needed her husband to comfort her... While waiting, I looked at Nashira... Cold, and unmoving... Rigor mortis had already set in... I pet her cold, lifeless body for the last time while in that room... Her eyes were open, and out of respect, I tried to close them... But, she was already stiff...

I can still feel her cold, lifeless fur under my hand as I ran my hand over her one last time... My hands are still aching now, as if the cold lifelessness had been transferred to my hands...

Dad had finally arrived home from work to comfort his wife, she told him everything, crying her eyes out...

Throughout today while at my friend's house, I couldn't stop thinking about her... Our poor little family member... Only 17 weeks old, had died... I can still remember Nancy sobbing out the words "It's just not fair..."... It really isn't fair...

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R.I.P.

Nashira Collins

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So long and goodnight.