Two days ago it was my birthday, i turned 16. But that isn't what i come to say. My beautiful beloved cat Scott is gone

Now remember i'm timewise ahead of most of you just to let you know.

Atabout this time now when i am typing this, Colin my older brother called me outside. I ran outside to find Scott my ginger and white fluffy cat is lying on his back bearly breathing and in pain obviosly. I then runinside call me mum, then call the vet. Mum was 15 minutes away. While then, i grab a laundry clothes basket big enough to fit Scott in. Then i catch Steven my black and white cat to take him to the vet too as he has a skin condition that needs an injection every now and agin. We left poor Mark home as if it came to something, Mark would be very upset. We took him all the while he was making wired noises and was meowing. Scott never meowed normaly. I had never heard him make those noises before. At the vet waiting room, Scott went ballistic as a huge boisetress dog came in woofing like there was no tommorrow. He gave Colin a good shredding round the neck with his claws. Finally we went through. Dr. Ian our vet was concered. He decided it wasnt a snake bite like last time, in which he almost died, but it was probably another toxin, or poiseness spiders. Herbicide i think was his gut guess. I don't even know what that is to thell the truth. We all took our last and final pat hoping it wasn't but Scott was in pain so Ian quickly took him out back to give him oxygen and genarally stabilise him. We never got around to Steve. Dad had showed up too and offerd to play curior to get the blood test back fast. Worried and upset we got back home.

A little while later i went outside and found mum. She had found some rat poo. Maybe Scott was silly enough to eat rat bait. I believed he was. We rang the vet, but no, Ian doubted it.

Later that night around 7pm to 7:30pm the vet rang up. He didn't make it. He had rapidly deteriourated. There was no hope to revive him.

Scotty man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Scott is gone. I will never see him again.

My mum found Scott as an abandened kitten dumped in a supermarket carpark. He was tiny, covered in fleas, eyes gunked up and scared. Mum picked him up drove back to her work. She didn't the stuff she had come to get orriginally.

My best day that year was running over the primary school oval with my brother, climbing into the car to find mum in the back seat with a little kitten in a cardboard box. We all instantly fell in love with him. We took him home and named him Scott after my mum's work. Then when mum cleaned him up. He became our newest family member. I was thrilled. Only 10 months or so earlier, i had just got a baby brother Mark.

I remember playing with Scott as he grew up:with Mark, while renovating the dining room (the room i'm using the computer in now) and now i feel incredibly guilty telling Scott off when he chased Millie.

I know i shouldn't get too upset, too late for that, because in the last few hours of his good life, Scott was in pain, not being able to breath. Scott did have a good life, an unfortunate beguinning, but Scott wouldn't be alive if mum hadn't needed ingrediants to make finger paint.

Scott lived to be 8 years old. He spent those 8 truly wounderful years with us.

So where ever you are now Scott, mum, dad, Colin, Mark, Millie, Steven and even Neo would like to say thank you for being the best ginger and white fluffy cat with an atitude in the world. We will all miss you very much.

Here are some pics of my beautiful boy. These arn't very recent as i cant show the very last photo i took of him because i have misplaced (i wont say lost) my card reader. I will make a tribute with lots of pics of him later.

Isn't he beautiful?

Oh and one last thing i thought was important. When i rang up mum to tell her about Scott, she was at the exact same supermarket carpark as where she found him. So it looks like that is when his story began, and ended. It was at Sim's supermarket carpark in Footscray Victorira (Australia).

Bye bye Scotty man. I will love you always. *sniff*