Journal Entry - It's hard to send a pet to heaven

26 February

I sit in the patio, tanning in the sunlight. Ah...how comfortable it is. It reminds me of my past. "Mew...mew," I purred. It was twenty years ago, when I was in a pet shop. A man came to my rescue. He was Marc Silver, my hero. He saved me from the tortures I had during my first few months in the pet shop. Ever since that day, my owner treats me very well. Although he always spouted how troublesome I was but he pats me every day, feeds me with good food and many more. I can tell, he loves me a lot, maybe because I was the enthusiastic, animated plush toy in the family. Back then, I had a big appetite; I was able to eat a Tilapia with two other small fish! However, as I grow old and sturdy, I could even hardly finish eating a few anchovies. My owner also virtually put me up on um... What was it? Facebook? He did this because I am a devoted "friend" to his children and those were my best moments in life. Now, back to the present, I just spend my time doing nothing at all, after all I am aging, right?

27 February

Due to me aging, I frequently urinate all over the place as I do not have the ability to control my bladder anymore. Due to this, my owner associated me with "litter-box issues". In fact, I am very surprised of his creativity to make the "litter-boxes". And that is not all, he bought what he so called "doggy-wee-wee pads" to prevent me from urinating on the floor. One night, he suddenly suggested that I should be euthanized. I was shocked. I could feel my fur standing up at its ends. After thinking much about it, I thought that if I pass on, I will not be a burden to my owner's family. So, I am prepared for it. Yet again, out of the blue, my owner could not do it, because "he felt like he did not have the right to do so."

28 February

Today, I think my body is failing me even more. I have a gut feeling that I may breathe my last breath today. I refuse to eat or drink due to my deteriorating health. Somehow my owner's family decided to call the vet to euthanize me. I can feel my heart beating faster. I guess it is better for me to go to lessen the burden of my owner. I am shedding my tears now. I am trying hard to hold back the tears but I simply cannot do so. The vet is here. I can hear him say that he will swiftly inject me some kind of drugs to put me to sleep forever. My soft purrs are my farewells to my beloved family. Goodbye and thank you for the moments we have shared...

Written by Neoh Zhi Wen
From Sri Kuala Lumpur International School