This week has been completely horrible. The day after I made my last post, my mom told me over the phone when I was at work that Chiko and Chimmy didn't seem so good, so I came back at lunch and took them to the vet. We asked the vet to see if she could do anything and they were the same till the next night. Then I noticed that Chibi wasn't doing very well, so we took him to the vet for a check up. When we got there, the vet said that Chiko and Chimmy weren't doing very well, they weren't eating or drinking and were vomiting and had diarrhea. She said that there was no hope and we decided that rather than let them suffer, because they did look horrible, we asked her to put them down. It was a horrible, horrible thing that I never want to do again.

But the virus didn't stop there; Speedy died this morning and Will is either dying or already gone. Hige looks really, really awful and I don't think he'll last the night. Chibi looks the same; the doctor asked to bring him back tomorrow for a check up because he had a fever and she can only give a vaccination against the virus to still healthy cats. Max is looking worse for weak and so is Heika and Side Walk and this whole thing is like something from a nightmare. The two little kittens and Pork Chop look fine so far, touch wood; Pretty, Lucky and Piggo still look okay and though we had a bit of a scare with Jack, he was eating and still looked genki, so we have high hopes. We're taking him for a check up tomorrow and to get vaccinated.

It's not that I care any less for the sick cats, but even the vet said that there is nothing she can do except treat the symptoms, so it's best to keep all the healthy ones from getting sick. We'll take Jack tomorrow, and see how Chibi is doing and take him along. Piggo and Lucky will go next, same with the three kitten and we'll have to see about Pretty because she's taking some antibiotics for an infection.

But truly, this is a horrible, horrible thing to happen. You can do nothing but watch them get weaker and weaker before dying. That's why we decided for Chiko and Chimmy what we did. It's still sad to remember that and to think of how this house was like before this sickness. Now there's nothing but silence and just a handful of cats. We are not giving up on the ones that remain.

But just thinking about how we went from 22 cats to imagining a future with at least 6 in less than a week is just...It's beyond words. I haven't even been in the mood to do anything on the computer, but I thought it best to at least make a post dedicated to them.

I miss the lost kittens. I miss Socks giving me a superior look whenever she's about to jump into my bed. I miss Chocoletto being the calm one in a frantic litter. I miss Chiko's purring when you throw but a glance in his direction and his cute, round furry little face. I miss Chimmy's struggling whenever you're trying to cuddle him and the way you only just see little white spots on the floor when he walks because the rest of him is all black. I'm going to miss the way Speedy always speeds past and the way she used to always be the first one at the feeding bowl (that's how she got her name). I'll miss always shooing Will off the bed and attempting to stop Max from jumping into my plate. I'm going to miss hearing Hige's grating meow and the way he snubs you whenever you call his name. I'm still hoping for Chibi, Heika and Side Walk though.

This is such a horrific week and I can't wait for it to end sooner, eventhough it would mean...

(I'm sorry to those who replied to any of my posts or replies, I'm not really in the mood to reply to anything)