| Sarah kitty, you're missed. |
| Written by Liz | |
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Sarah was born before I was. When I was born, she became very jealous. She would hiss as I tried to pet her, run away as I tried to snuggle her, bare her teeth as I tried to kiss her. That happened until August 2011. Sarah and I grew closer, closer by the day, closer by the minute. We would cuddle up next to eachother and I would kiss her. But it was a very vivid January Friday of 2012 that it happened. I walked home with blood on the carpet. Vomit blood. Sarah was dragging her ill self on the floor. My mother tried to make her as comfortable as possible. She even bought her a special comfy bed that day and put it downstairs. But no. When my mother patted kitty to come to her bed, she limped upstairs. Straight into my room. And she struggled as she jumped up on my bed. And sat on my lap. She stayed their all night long. She wouldn't leave my side even to eat. And, as my mom called the doctor to put her to sleep, I showed kitty the My Cat Records book I made as an 8 year old. I showed her the drawing I made and read her a poem as she was put to sleep. Then, I took a little stuffed animal I got when I was little purely because it resembled her, put the my cat record book next to it, and took a picture. I then texted it to all of my friends, some random celebrity phone numbers, and wrote under it- The Kitty Lives On. |
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