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Tears Fall
By F-UP

 




This was written at 1:32 AM


A wave of shock and disbelief washed over me as I hung up my phone. My mother's tearful words were
swimming through my head. Surely she was pulling my leg. She was pretending to cry. And my sisters
were just playing along with the joke. They couldn't've let Chinook go. He wasn't gone. I'd see him
again. I told myself these lies while I waited for Mom and my sisters to come home with Chinook.
Chinook would be okay and cured of Feline Infectious Peritionitis(FIP). His eyes would again be
bright & full of life when they got home. Everything would be okay. I chose to stay blind from the
truth. I wouldn't believe that we had lost Chinook. I kept telling myself lies.
I couldn't hide from the truth when my family came home in tears. I sat infront of the computer
staring at the lump in the towel my twin sister was holding. A wave of horror hit me. I tried to
hold back tears as I realized what was in the towel. "Is that...?" I tried to ask but tears
overwelmed me.My mom shook her head "yes" and I broke down. I had to have been dreaming. Yes, that
was it, this was just an awful nightmare! But the truth layed right infront of me in a white towel.
Chinook was gone. I never had the chance to say good-bye. We all cried together over our dear baby
boy. As strange as it was, everyone took turns holding Chinook's wrapped up body.
When it was my turn to hold him, I bawled even harder. The wound in my heart ripped more. What layed
in my arms was unreal. Chinook was lifeless, something I was not used to. He sued to be so full of
life and energy. His eyes were dark and dull. His tail wasn't swaying, it was limp. His head lolled
back as I shifted my arm. Tears rushed down my face harder. I was used to seeing Chinook full of
life & his sweet, gentle, green eyes staring into mine. His head turning and making a small,
pur-like sound as he greeted the person entering the room. Drops of my tears fell onto Chinook's fur
as I cried. He was just so limp, lifeless. My mom told me that he didn't know that he was being put
down. He was sedated.
Imagining Chinook having no clue about his fate made me wail as I cried even worse. His eyes were
half shut, staring into space. Just looking at Chinook was killing me. We'd lost our "Baby Ookers"
to a horrible desiese. No longer will Chinook sit in my lap while I was on the computer. No longer
will he paw at me when I cuddled with him. No longer will Chinook be with me all day when I was
sick. I'd lost one of the biggest sources of my happiness. The next day we took Chinook's(now stiff
from sitting in the frige) body down to Hunnington Beach to have him creamated.
It was incredibly difficult to let his body go. It was the only way I knew him. A beautiful tabby,
not a spirit. The woman gave us a few minutes to say our last good-byes to Chinook. My mother
apologized to him as she held him and hugged him. To our minds we did the right thing in ending his
suffering, butto our hearts it was wrong. I wasn't ready to let him go. As the woman was about to
take Chinook into the back, I stopped her. I wanted to hold him for one, final last time. To kiss
him one, final last time. I told Chinook I loved him and kissed his cheeks for one, final last time.
Two red spots rested on his fur due to my lipstick, I'd left my mark of love on him and was somewhat
ready to finally let him go. We watched him disappear into the back of the building and my mom, two
sisters, and I cried together.
It's still hard to believe Chinook's actually gone. Pictures and memories aren't enough, though. The
wound in my heart tears open everyday, even more. It won't heal. I cry myself to sleep every now and
again. I dream of Chinook and being happy again. I may be overreacting to losing Chinook, but it's
hard. We've had him since he was only two days old and bottle fed him and his siblings. I'd do
anything to have Chinook back in my arms, cuddling. I'd do anything to see him alive and his eyes
full of love again. We didn't lose a pet, we lost a family member. Tears continue to fall for
Chinook.

 

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