I love you Opal
It's Okay Baby Girl
By Ayla
"Please Opal, just eat one little bite?" Rarity begged her cat. Her other cat that she'd recently taken in, Ruby, looked on from a distance. After a moment Opal finally took a few bites of food from the spoon that was held out to her, but Rarity could tell that she only ate it to please her, and that she didn't really want it.
Rarity couldn't believe how fast Opalescence had gone down hill. It all seemed to happen so suddenly. She stopped eating, and started losing weight rapidly. In seemed that in just a few days she had become skin and bones. Even Fluttershy hadn't been able to figure out what was wrong with her, so she had made an appointment with the vet.
Deep down in her heart however, Rarity somehow knew that tomorrow would be her last day with her beloved persian. Opal had gotten old, and she'd seen a few cancer patients before, and that's what Opal looked like right now. She had the terrible feeling that tomorrow she was going to have to say goodbye.
After getting her to eat a few more bites, Rarity gently cuddled Opal, though she could hardly bear to feel just how thin she'd gotten. She could feel the hardness of bones underneath the softness of her fur.
The beautiful white unicorn wanted to cry as her pet meowed and looked at her with eyes that begged her to help her.
"Everything will be okay Opal. I promise. Mama promises."
"It's liver cancer." The vet, who she'd already forgotten the name of in her distress, looked at her solemnly. "I'm afraid that even with treatment, especially considering her age, that she most likely wouldn't make it."
Even though she'd been expecting something like this, Rarity felt as if her heart had cracked in two. "Is she in pain?" She asked softly.
"No."
Maybe she's not in actual pain, but I know she doesn't feel well, she thought. All the anxious cries Opal kept making along with those pitiful looks had made that perfectly clear.
"Do you think that... she should be put down?" Rarity managed to ask with a slight quiver in her voice.
"Honestly yes, I do." The vet nodded.
"Then... then that's what we'll do."
The vet gave Rarity some time alone with Opal to say her final goodbyes. Rarity gently removed her collar, wanting to keep it in her memory.
"I told you that everything would be okay, and it will be." Rarity cradled her, trying not to cry and failing. "Your suffering will end, and you'll never be in discomfort again. You'll go to the great beyond."
When the vet came back in, she gave Opal a shot to calm her down, as she seemed agitated and restless. Opal had never liked going to the vet. After she was quiet, Rarity sat down and held her on her lap while the vet gave her another shot. The last shot the feline would ever have in her life.
"Her heart is still beating." The vet sounded surprised as she pressed the stethoscope against her chest.
Rarity knew that Opal was worried about her. Worried about leaving her. She gently stroked her back. As cranky as the cat could be at times. She was indeed a wonderful and loyal friend. "It's okay baby girl. You can go. I'll be okay." She reassured her even as the tears poured down her cheeks. As much as it hurt her to let Opal go, she knew it was the best thing she could do for her. She could never sentence her to suffer and linger until she finally died from this on her own. This was the most generous thing that she could ever do for her, and the most heart wrenchingly painful.
"It's stopped," the vet announced.
The vet once again gave Rarity some time alone with Opal. No... with the body. Rarity could feel that this limp form wasn't Opal anymore. Opal was gone.
When the vet returned Rarity managed to ask... "What do you do with the bodies?"
"We use their ashes on gardens."
"I like that idea." Rarity knew she could get those ashes in an urn if she wanted, or bury her but the thought that her ashes could go on to nourish flowers, and in a way become those flowers, was more comforting. Besides this body wasn't Opal. Opal's memory was in her heart and mind.
After paying the bill, and Rarity wondered rather vaguely why the bill was so high when they hadn't even managed to save Opal in the first place, she slowly walked home alone. She was almost there when she bumped into Twilight.
"Oh hi Rarity! Rarity... what's wrong?" Twilight looked concerned when she saw the tears in Rarity's eyes.
"Opal's gone." Rarity explained what happened at the vet's office and Twilight looked shocked and sad for her, giving her a big hug.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Rarity shook her head. "Not right now. I just need some time."
"Of course. You know I'll be here if you need to talk."
Rarity nodded and slowly walked on. Once inside the boutique she saw Ruby and the tears started falling again. She collapsed and held Ruby close, sobbing her heart out. "She's gone Ruby! Opal's gone!"
Rarity was glad now that she'd decided to take in that red colored persian that Fluttershy had gotten because her owner had moved away to a place that didn't allow pets. Ruby wasn't Opal, but it was nice to still have an animal friend to hold and love. It made the pain of losing Opal a little bit less.
A few hours later there was a knock on the door and when Rarity answered it, Fluttershy was there holding a rose that she held out to her. "I just heard about Opal. I'm so sorry Rarity."
Rarity took the rose and smelled it's sweet scent. "Thank you Fluttershy." She hugged her and the sunshine yellow pegasus hugged back.
After Fluttershy left Rarity looked at some pictures she had of Opal and picked out one of her yawning in such a way that it almost made her look like she was laughing. That picture had always made her smile, and she put it on her refrigerator with a magnet frame. It would help remind her of the happy memories she'd had with Opalescence. Rarity was sad she'd gotten sick, and losing her hurt terribly, but at the same time she knew that her cat had lived a long full life.
I know you're in paradise now, Rarity thought. I know that you're waiting for me. I'll see you again some day. I love you Opal.
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That was just beautiful. Thank you for writing this.
That was so incredibly beautiful. My mother had to put down our cat when he got cancer and this really makes everything just be explained perfectly. Thank you.
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This is pretty much what happened when I had to put down my own cat. It's something that is never easy to do, even when you know it's the best thing to keep them from suffering.
This was beautiful and sad. I did not stop crying through the whole thing because I knew what would happen...because the exact same thing happened to my old cat Mickey. He was soft grey and I'm pretty sure there was something wrong with his liver. He threw up blood and was so skinny...eventually my mom took him to get put down. I knew, when we went to the vet's office, when my mom let me pet him before she went into the vet's office, that that was the last time I would ever see my little Micker Dee again.
Beautiful. I've never had a cat before, but this still reached to me.
This hit waaaaaay too close to home, namely because I actually had a cat that died from a similar wasting illness. Wasn't liver cancer, but rather something way more devious that he picked up before being adopted by us and didn't strike until he was too old for his immune system to fight it.
I applaud you for making this sound realistic, rather than go overboard on the tears and the tragedy.
6111768 Yeah.
kitty
While it didn't hit me in the feels the same way that Five Hundred Little Murders did, it was still easy to tell that this was written from the heart. It helped that the connection to Opal is there because she is an established character as opposed to an OC cat.
6112891 Read Five Hundred Little Murders after your comment got me curious. I am now picking up the pieces of my smashed heart, but it was worth it.
Now I'm remeniscing over the three cats my family have owned, the oldest having passed last December and the other two many years ago.
This story hurts, in a good way. It reminds me of how I felt then.
But it's okay.
It's all okay.
They're in a good place.
We'll see them again.
Count on it.
Thank you, this is so kind. I remember last year I had to put down my best dog friend, Chester. I was so upset that I couldn't bear staying in the room as my family said goodbye. This makes me feel a little better, since this is so beautiful, and comes from the heart.
da feelz, thank you
This made me sad, but it's also beautiful in a good way. ^.^
My cat that I have had for at least 2/3's of my entire life had to be put down on Monday...
Fav'd
6114484 I'm so sorry for your loss, and for the loss of everyone else as well.
Ayla, allow me to congratulate you on something that only two other people have done.
YOUR STORY MADE ME CRY.
This is . . . not good.
The first fic to ever make me cry. Thank you for such an amazing story.
Attempting. to. hold. back. tears.
*tear falls down* 
*begins crying silently*.
Sad stories are cool, I love them- and then I find a sad Animal story! They always get to me...
Good job! really! I`ll be truthful- it was a LITTLE rushed in the beginning, but I still love it- I love any sad story that makes me cry~
6115389 I'm sorry for your loss. My own cat, who inspired this story, was also 15 when she died.
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You and me both, mate.
I still remember the precise date-- Monday, 24 September 2012, that my 18-year-old cat was put down while I was at school.
In fact, I didn't even put two and two together until my mother told me.
And that's why Tanks for the Memories is my all-time favorite episode.
We had a beautiful adopted stray. Amazingly, she was a Berman, an expensive show breed that someone in a nearby apartment building had thrown to the streets because she wasn't "perfect" (spots on her white bootied toes.) My daughter named her Neko Ninja the Fourth (because she was the fourth member of our family. She blessed our lives for a mere five years. That kitty was a sweet, affectionate, loving, loveable ball of joy. She was our Neko, our Babygirl and that's what we frequently called her. Our Babygirl. My daughter called her "Her Little Sister". We loved her dearly, more than we had loved any other pet but, to us, she was far more than a pet: She was a real and true member of our family.
Last July we began noticing she was getting tired more easily than normal. She wasn't playing as much or being as sweetly affectionate and was just laying around more doing nothing.
The rest happened very quickly. By early August she was so sick she couldn't eat or drink water. We took her to the vet and was told the bad news. She had cancer.
We lost our dearly loved little Neko on August 7th of last year. We had her put to sleep.
Her last act toward me before being taken in by the vet was to affectionately rub my hand with her cheek as if to say "thank you" for helping to free her from her pain and misery. Yes, I'm sure she knew.
We're all still deeply saddened by the loss of our beloved kitty, so much so that we simply can't read stories like this, it just reminds us of our great loss and the sting of pain me and my family still feel - and will always feel - when we think of her.
I'll close this with a quote. Forgive me for not remembering the author's name.
"Until you have truly loved an animal, a part of your soul remains unawakened."
This story... it reminded me of when my dog died... he wasn't my dog he was a family pet. He was fourteen and such a beautiful dog even then. We didn't put him down because it was just old age. I had found him when I went to say goodbye and I never got the chance....
Loved this story but I teared up a little cause I just lost my oldest dog in August of last year he lived to be 15yrs old I will miss him dearly and I will always love him.
Man. This brought back some memories. My dog, Spy, passed a while ago. Grew up with him, he was literally my best friend.
This the same way my cat went *sigh*.
I've got to admit, this made me cry.
My kitten was still warm when the neighbours brough her in inside a towel...it's been 3 years but since it was my only experience with death it still hurts so much.
But the story was beautiful, I guess you also went through the same since you described it so well?
6124687 Yes this story was inspired by how my cat died. I've also dealt with other sick or dead animals. It never really gets any easier. Thanks for the fave.
6124745 You deserved it
I had cat for many years that I had to put down last year. Before the appointment I thought I had it together but at work I started crying so hard that I had to leave. I just told them that I had a friend with cancer, I just didn't tell them that my friend was a cat.
Strangely after it was all said and done the tears stopped. I still can get sad thinking about it though.
Though this brought me to the edge of tears, I felt it was rushed. But the characterisation was perfect, so I'll add this to one of my libaries.
6193097 I'm glad you liked it! I'll try to work on not rushing in the future. I'm always trying to improve on my writing, so thanks for the tip.
6193409 Oh! This is the second time today I got hit in the feels...great job and SUPER SAD BECAUSE...TEN MINUTES AGO...I...LOST MY RABBIT, Snowflake...
...this story,probably wasn't the best of ideas for me to read right now...
6205124 I'm so sorry for your loss. *Gives lots of hugs.*
6205175 It's ok...she is survived by her only surviving baby, Lola. Snow gave birth to three babies, but two of them were born dead, yet Lola was the first born. Then two days after giving birth, she got real sick. And finally, yesterday...she passed...I miss her a lot. She would've been 6 yrs old today...
This reminds me of our two beloved cats. On the day my wife was taken to the hospital, her cat ran away from the apartment. My wife died of heart failure a month later. The next evening,after my wifes' death, her cat returned. He was thin as a rail, weak as a kitten, and couldn't keep down anything he ate or drank. I knew from his condition, that he wasn't going to last the night. I could only make him as comfortable as possible. The next morning, I discovered that he had passed during the night, as I had expected. I lost our other cat, a few years later, but I still miss them all. They were my family.
This reminds me of a Bolt fan fiction I wrote to honor the memory of my dog after we put him down. Thanks for this.
GODDAMMIT WHY DO I HAVE TO CRY AT EVERY GODDAMN SAD ANIMAL STORY
But it's just me halp
(On a serious note, it was great. Great till the point I'm now in tears)
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