In Honor
Nuclear would like to take a moment to remember someone that was very dear to her:
Around this time last year, my cat Booboo died. I know this may sound a bit lame to people, but he was a once in a lifetime pet to have. He was different and he ment the world to me. I raised him by hand and from scratch. Around my 6th grade year, my family and I decided to foster kittens like we used to. I was so happy when we helped a mother and her litter get out on their last day before the care takers had to put them down (this was a three days shelter unfortunately due to how high our stay animals number is in Vegas). The mother had about six beautiful kittens and one was a small siamese looking runt (which was odd because there was only two like that and the mother was pure black). They stayed in our laundry room and everyday I would come in and play with them or just watch them. And that was when I noticed something was wrong. The runt would pad at his mother to feed him, and he was so sick he couldn't even get out of bed. The mother, realizing how ill he was, wouldn't feed him. I told my mom and from then on, her and I feed him using a formula and syringe. He had ears that were too big for his body and big runny eyes. We had to wash him and everything! We took him to the vets and even they said to give up on him, that he was too ill to save. But I never gave up hope and my mother gave him a chance. We had to take his family back because they were the right weight to be adopted, but he had to stay because he was so small and still needed help. So my mother said we'd adopt him. I felt so bad for him because he was so sick that he never learned how to play with the other cats. Only one cat played with him and he was a weird one too (he was super fat. Like SUPER fat). But Boo wouldn't remember that. Mom called him Yoda on account of his ears. I just called him Booboo because he was so sweet. His ears fit his size as he grew but his eyes were always so big! They were so sweet and kind. The only company he had was our dogs and our one cat Skittawump, and she hates other cats. Anytime we got a kitten, she scared them off. She's still evil even today (I've had her since I was four).
It took us a year before we could even dream about fostering kittens again. But we took in three little guys from the shelter anyways. Boo didn't realize how big he'd become, so he didn't know what the kittens were because they were so tiny XD I still can remember when he was their size and he'd slip through this gate we'd used to have but after he'd be done eating he'd run back through and his hips would get stuck! But anyways, he'd always be around them and watch. He finally figured out how to play. He wasn't rough with them either. He played just right. But he began to do things that no male cat does. He would take care of the kittens; groom them make sure they knew where the food was and playing. He was different. Not many males would do that for kittens. He did for them what his mother wouldn't do for him. It was the sweetest thing ever. We took them back so that they could find families of their own, but my brother got his own kitten. Boo did the same thing until that kitten was brought to our front porch. We were in shambles, but I knew Boo wasn't right. He wasn't the same until months later when my brother got a new kitten. He looked just like Boo, it was crazy. Boo got better, and he'd take care of Dojo (I didn't like that name so I called him Pooders)! Pooders was the last cat that Booboo took care of before last year when our neighbors found him. He was the first thing in my life that made me feel like I'd done something really right. The first great thing I ever really helped. I blamed myself that it was my fault and that I wasn't there with him when he died. I felt that he'd died alone, but my grandma told me that he didn't because he had a family that loved him and still does.
My mother didn't like to see me sad and for some weird reason she took me to the shelter that we got him in. I saw this fuzzy brown kitten, something different then what we'd ever had in our house. I looked at his big yellow eyes and he was crying so much. The little girl cat in the cage next to him cried and as soon as I turned to him he yelled at her. XD He reminded me of a little girl I'd been with in India that summer that yelled at the other kids when they tried to hold my hand because she wanted to hold my hand instead. And for as different as he looked compared to Booboo, he reminded me of him. He reminded me of how Booboo loved to take care of kittens. He came home with us. His name is Wookie India (named after another Star Wars character in honor of Boo's real name and the little girl) and one of the first memories I have was how Pooders began to groom him and play with him the way Booboo did for him. It made me cry and reminded me that Boo wasn't really gone at all. He was still there through Pooders. Oakpelt is based off of my girl cat Skittawump (although I promise you she's not as nice as I RP her) and Wookie is Desertstorm. But now Pinestar is Boo. And I'm so thankful that my other owners let me tell you his story in his honor of him on this site. Thank you guys for reading :) Don't take the people and pets in your life for granted. They can teach you a lot. Boo taught me what it was like to care for something and what responsibility is. And finally he taught me what it was like to loose someone that you're close to. I can never forget you Booboo.
Around this time last year, my cat Booboo died. I know this may sound a bit lame to people, but he was a once in a lifetime pet to have. He was different and he ment the world to me. I raised him by hand and from scratch. Around my 6th grade year, my family and I decided to foster kittens like we used to. I was so happy when we helped a mother and her litter get out on their last day before the care takers had to put them down (this was a three days shelter unfortunately due to how high our stay animals number is in Vegas). The mother had about six beautiful kittens and one was a small siamese looking runt (which was odd because there was only two like that and the mother was pure black). They stayed in our laundry room and everyday I would come in and play with them or just watch them. And that was when I noticed something was wrong. The runt would pad at his mother to feed him, and he was so sick he couldn't even get out of bed. The mother, realizing how ill he was, wouldn't feed him. I told my mom and from then on, her and I feed him using a formula and syringe. He had ears that were too big for his body and big runny eyes. We had to wash him and everything! We took him to the vets and even they said to give up on him, that he was too ill to save. But I never gave up hope and my mother gave him a chance. We had to take his family back because they were the right weight to be adopted, but he had to stay because he was so small and still needed help. So my mother said we'd adopt him. I felt so bad for him because he was so sick that he never learned how to play with the other cats. Only one cat played with him and he was a weird one too (he was super fat. Like SUPER fat). But Boo wouldn't remember that. Mom called him Yoda on account of his ears. I just called him Booboo because he was so sweet. His ears fit his size as he grew but his eyes were always so big! They were so sweet and kind. The only company he had was our dogs and our one cat Skittawump, and she hates other cats. Anytime we got a kitten, she scared them off. She's still evil even today (I've had her since I was four).
It took us a year before we could even dream about fostering kittens again. But we took in three little guys from the shelter anyways. Boo didn't realize how big he'd become, so he didn't know what the kittens were because they were so tiny XD I still can remember when he was their size and he'd slip through this gate we'd used to have but after he'd be done eating he'd run back through and his hips would get stuck! But anyways, he'd always be around them and watch. He finally figured out how to play. He wasn't rough with them either. He played just right. But he began to do things that no male cat does. He would take care of the kittens; groom them make sure they knew where the food was and playing. He was different. Not many males would do that for kittens. He did for them what his mother wouldn't do for him. It was the sweetest thing ever. We took them back so that they could find families of their own, but my brother got his own kitten. Boo did the same thing until that kitten was brought to our front porch. We were in shambles, but I knew Boo wasn't right. He wasn't the same until months later when my brother got a new kitten. He looked just like Boo, it was crazy. Boo got better, and he'd take care of Dojo (I didn't like that name so I called him Pooders)! Pooders was the last cat that Booboo took care of before last year when our neighbors found him. He was the first thing in my life that made me feel like I'd done something really right. The first great thing I ever really helped. I blamed myself that it was my fault and that I wasn't there with him when he died. I felt that he'd died alone, but my grandma told me that he didn't because he had a family that loved him and still does.
My mother didn't like to see me sad and for some weird reason she took me to the shelter that we got him in. I saw this fuzzy brown kitten, something different then what we'd ever had in our house. I looked at his big yellow eyes and he was crying so much. The little girl cat in the cage next to him cried and as soon as I turned to him he yelled at her. XD He reminded me of a little girl I'd been with in India that summer that yelled at the other kids when they tried to hold my hand because she wanted to hold my hand instead. And for as different as he looked compared to Booboo, he reminded me of him. He reminded me of how Booboo loved to take care of kittens. He came home with us. His name is Wookie India (named after another Star Wars character in honor of Boo's real name and the little girl) and one of the first memories I have was how Pooders began to groom him and play with him the way Booboo did for him. It made me cry and reminded me that Boo wasn't really gone at all. He was still there through Pooders. Oakpelt is based off of my girl cat Skittawump (although I promise you she's not as nice as I RP her) and Wookie is Desertstorm. But now Pinestar is Boo. And I'm so thankful that my other owners let me tell you his story in his honor of him on this site. Thank you guys for reading :) Don't take the people and pets in your life for granted. They can teach you a lot. Boo taught me what it was like to care for something and what responsibility is. And finally he taught me what it was like to loose someone that you're close to. I can never forget you Booboo.
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