Many of you have known the stories of Mr. Ponchie, my dear sweet cat and I just feel so sad.

Saying goodbye to a loved one or love child is so hard. Just wanted to tell someone.

Mr. Ponchie has been with me for many many years. I was the only one who loved him. Everyone hated Mr. Ponchie because he was very loud and always having babies with mama cats. I loved Mr. Ponchie and Mr. Ponchie never knew that anyone could love him. I remember the first time he let me pick him up for just a few minutes. I remember how he would sit with me by the stove to keep warm. I remember how he would cry to come inside and I remember the last time I saw Mr. Ponchie.

He was so sick and I tried to take him to the vet before but he absolutely refused to let me put him in the bag. The vet offered to come to treat him, but he did not come. Then Mr. Ponchie got much worse and developed abscesses under his throat. The last day he was here he layed under the bed and would eat now and then. He would come out when he heard food.

I knew I had to get him to the hospital so Allah helped me. He fought me but he finally subcombed to my pressure and I ran him to the hospital in a taxi. The doctors were having a party and did not even want to see him but they agreed and put him in a small cage. Mr. Ponchie said nothing but just went in as he was so sick. They let him sit in the cage without an operation until Sunday.

Not sure if he died from them ignoring his case or from natural causes. The doctor told me yesterday that Mr. Ponchie was not eating or drinking now. I can only assume that Mr. Ponchie was so depressed that he died not understanding how the one woman he loved in this world, dared to abandon him. The one woman he trusted in this life took him to a shallow place who ignored his needs.

Mr. Ponchie is no more.