Agba was special,
we knew that the day we picked him out at the humane sociaty. Instead of climbing all over us, he just slept in our laps. He was older, 6 months, but still small. He was wonderful. He used to wait for my baby sister to come down in the morning so that he could pounce on her legs. She would screem bloody murder!
He sat on our laps at breakfast…but never ate our food.
He watched TV and read with us
but always made sure
you were petting him.
Then we took him
to get vaccinated for feline leukemia and
he never came home.
We got to visit him
at the vet one last time.
He was all bloated up with fluids
but he still brushed up against
us to say goodbye.
When we got him home to bury him, he was frozen, with his mouth open and blood comming out. It was too sad. My brother was his favorite, but he was at camp. My sister and I dressed up and watched our dad bury him from our 2nd floor window, sobbing.
I was sad to lose him and even more sad
for him to have lost my brother.
I’ll never forget that wonderful animal.
He was mystical.