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Don't cry, Don't cry, i kept chanting to my self as i watched my mother break down. I had to be her rock, i had to be the strong one this time. My mom is very...strong, in the cold kind of way, i guess you could say. Even so, it was especially hard not to break into tears just from watching her. We were at the Alameda pet hospital, watching the veterinarian basically kill our cat. Our cat's name was Nordstrom and he was around twenty years old, which is like ninety years old in human years. My mom got him when she was in college and her boyfriend at the time named him. He said he was watching a Nordstroms department store commercial right before she came home with the kitten. That was before i was born. Ive never tried to hold anything too close or get attached but Nordstrom has literally been around my whole life, so he was like a child. About a year ago, we noticed him getting super skinny, but my mom just tried to feed him even more. I knew the truth, he was extremely old and had already out-lived all of his siblings, he was dying already. It sounds morbid but i'm able to accept things like death, Ive had my deal of experiences. But i didn't want to mention this to my mother.

We watched his progress and watched him get weaker and weaker. And then this summer we took a trip to Las Vegas. It was about a week trip. When we got back, it seemed he had taken a turn for the worse. His pupils had dilated and he had slower responses, but he could still respond and i had a feeling he could still see us, if only a little. It got worse, of course. He slept more and more, and stopped meowing all together. Then it was like it all happened overnight. One day i came home, and took one look at the cat and knew he was going to die. His pupils had gotten so big that there was no more green in his eyes. They were just big black holes. I waved my hand right before his eyes, and got no response at all. He was completely blind now, and ran right into everything. It was terrible to watch. And he had no strength anymore, he looked so small and old. He didn't even recognize our voices anymore. I pretty much accepted it for what it was, death, and you could smell it in the air. But my mom took it the hardest, she couldn't sleep and cryed alot. So, after a week, she said she couldn't see him in pain. She wanted go get him put asleep. I wanted him to have a natural death, and die at his home, with us. But i don't think my mom would have been able to cope with that. So, we went. As i watched Nordstroms final breathes, i let a few tears slide, then wiped them away. And i went and comforted my mother. It was one of those moments, where i felt close to her. Then it was gone as quickly as it came, and we went home to our, now very quiet, house.