I've had dogs for most of my life, but when I was 28, I decided to get a kitten. Her name was Baby. When Baby turned 17, she developed mammary cancer, although she lived pretty much unaffected for over a year. One day she was having a health issue (unrelated to the cancer) and I decided to bring her to the vet for him to take a look at her. While we were there, Baby started having respiratory problems - she was really laboring to breathe. As most of us do, I have a very difficult time in making life and death decisions, and trusted my long-time vet to tell me when "it was time". Well, it was time.
There I sat in a private room, holding Baby after they gave her the first shot, which is supposed to wooze her out before the last, final shot. She was all cuddled up in my arms with me crying over her, when she suddenly turned her head and bit down, HARD, onto my upper arm. She wouldn't let go! The vet tech had to actually wrench her off of my arm. I was devastated thinking she was "telling" me how mad she was that I made the decision to end her life!
I went home a dejected, tormented soul. I was truly inconsolable. All I could think about was how my baby bit me as her last form of communication to me. I couldn't sleep; I tossed and turned all night. I got up in the morning feeling just miserable. I could barely see through tear-swollen eyes.
While dressing, I checked out my arm in the reflection of my mirror. The spot where Baby had bitten me was all colors of the rainbow bruised. It was a miracle that she didn't actually break my skin. But wait - could it be?? Upon closer inspection, her bite was totally and completely in the shape of a heart!!! It seems that Baby's last communication to me was actually one of love - a real-life LOVE BITE!
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