We'd taken Pretty and Socks to get spayed sometime lasy week, and Pretty came out okay. Socks had some sort of swelling where the stitched were but it didn't seem like it hurt her, so my mom said we'll take her to the vet on Sunday (since they close on Friday and Saturday). But this morning, my mom saw her sitting on the beam above the dining table and she was full of blood. We thought the stitches broke or something and I'd taken a stool to fetch her down, but what I saw...I can't even describe it....

I think she'd bitten through the stiches or they'd gotten caught on something and all three layers broke and...there's no other way to say this....

Her stomach was...out....

And I panicked, my mom panicked and thank goodness my dad was there to get her down. It was horrible. I'd hidden myself in my mom's room when they did that and...I can't even think about it. It was horrible! Poor Socks. The fact that she was still alive will continue to boggle my mind. Apparently my dad said that he found blood at one of the chalets downstairs and I will never understand how she did that....

We took her to the vet, but they couldn't do anything. She died sometime this afternoon. My mom wanted to bring her home to be buried but...we regret it though, my mom and I..

Stuff always happens to her. I guess the only thing that can be said was that she got pregnant to early. She wasn't even a year old when she gave birth to Chibi and Chocoletto and I guess it sort of shocked her body or something. There was always something not quite right with her; like the fact that she used to kidnap everyone elses' kittens and put them on the roof and other stuff, but still, she didn't NOT deserve this. No animal does.

Goodbye, Socks, we'll miss you and we're sorry.