Since a few days ago, I am no longer a teenager. It doesn't feel very different, though.
My cat died yesterday. He was 16 years old. He just curled up on the porch and passed, as far as my parents know. He wasn't eating for the past 4 months, and when I went home for my birthday, he looked like a kitten again.... he was so small and skinny. It was horrible to see. He's the only cat I've ever had, and I don't remember not having him. I couldn't even pet him when I saw him. I didn't want to remember him like he was when I saw him a few days ago.
My dad buried him somewhere on our property.
1 comment:
very sorry to hear about the loss of your cat, I truly understand your loss. I grew up with a cat that died at age 18, and lost one two years ago that I had raised from a kitten.
I'm passing you on lots and lots of hugs and tissues. <3333
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