Posts by yinyang142

For Our MacGyver
Hello all. Ninjastar here. I come with bad news. Our large main coon cat, MacGyver, was in the vet these past two days, and he was looking a little better this morning so the vet gave him a little extra medicine to help him recover faster. But at 1:36, we got a call. He was having convulsions (Sezures). We drove to the vets office. When we got there, the vet asked us if we wanted to try to keep him alive. Mom said, “No. I don’t want to make him suffer.” The vet readied the shot, and suddenly time froze. I flashed back to a day when I was about 2-3, mom went to a cat show (Left me home with dad). When she came home, she had a nike shoebox. I thought maybe she had just bought more cat toys or treats. She called me into the living room, and we opened the box, and out tumbled this little ball of black and grey fur. We named him Macgyver, because it was around the time that show was cancelled. This was the first time id seen a kitten, so I was ecstatic. I played with im until we were both panting. Suddenly my memory flashed again to about 6-7 years ago when he got out. We thought it was no big deal, hed gotten out before, hed come back. When he came back, his ear was badly cut and his stomace had several scratches on it. We knew he had gotten into the dogpen next door. All the dogs we had were nice to our cats so this was what he had come to expect from a dog. Anyway we took him to the vet and found out his liver and kidneys had been nearly destroyed. His lungs had taken damage to. He pulled through this and was at the vet two or three times for what he was there for now. After the dog incedent, he was les playful, slightly more aggressive, and a lot more affectionate. I remember, almost evrytime we would get out of the shower, he would come and lick our legs off. When you would pet him, he would try to lick your hand. He also had a warning system, if you did something he wouldn’t like, he would first smack at you twice, claws sheathed, then bite you once (not hard enough to break the skin, just hold your hand in his mouth) then he would smack at you three times with his claws unsheathed, and lastly, he would run off. Of all our thirty cats, my mom runs more or less a shelter, this was the only one my dad bonded with. Mac would lay on his feet in the winter to keep them warm. Suddenly my memory flashed for the last time, I was back in the vets office. I looked at macguyver and he looked at me and, well, do you believe cats can sense how humans feel, and what they think? I do. Because, in that last moment, when we looked at each other, I knew he had just experienced the same flashback(s) as me. And then, he was gone. I didn’t need the vet to tell me, I knew it in my heart, my MacGuyver was gone. At 1:34 P.M. central, my boy, was gone. I will never forget the good times we had. Never forget the trouble he got into. Because I know that, however faint he is, he will always be there.