Keke,
I got you when you were but a kitten. All freezing and cold, hidden in the car on the moter. We figured you were the runt since you were about the size of my palm. Mom didn’t wanna keep you, after all you were a cat she was allergic to them, but we found that you have human hair. You cuddled up to mom and she fell in love but you were mine. I feed you, cleaned you, and loved you. I was the one that you crawled accross meowing at two in the morning, I was the one that saved you from Jeff (I HATE him) when he beat you. I was the only one that would play with you and in turn
you were my best friend.
You were the only one that wanted to play, that wanted to listen. Then I was taken away, and you tried to follow me. I know that you meant well but you should have just stayed home. Mom found you two days after my birthday; you were hit by a car. I guess nobody really cares if they hurt a poor little animal (exept Autumn. I guess who ever hit you didn’t care enough to stop and help you ths hit and run. I never got to say good-bye. I guess that you died on my birthday. Wait for me, watch over me, I’m sure your loved in heaven.