This is in the memory of Catana, who was 9-10 months old, and my best friend, when he died. I wish that he had just died on the road, because he looked so unhappy in the vets. And I still can't stand to go to the vets. His sister Blue was very lonely when he went, because they used to play in the rain together. He used his teeth to play a guitar. He was always happy and purring. If I was ever unhappy he would be there for me, even if there was tuna in the cat bowls it was like he had a third sense for me because his second sense was for tuna. He came on my bed every night to sleep. For ages after he left I wouldn't clean my wooded bed frame because he had left a dirty paw print. Even though he is dead I still love him very much.
This is in the memory of Catana, who was 9-10 months old, and my best friend, when he died. I wish that he had just died on the road, because he looked so unhappy in the vets. And I still can't stand to go to the vets. His sister Blue was very lonely when he went, because they used to play in the rain together. He used his teeth to play a guitar. He was always happy and purring. If I was ever unhappy he would be there for me, even if there was tuna in the cat bowls it was like he had a third sense for me because his second sense was for tuna. He came on my bed every night to sleep. For ages after he left I wouldn't clean my wooded bed frame because he had left a dirty paw print. Even though he is dead I still love him very much.