It was on fireworks day. I stared up to the sky the minute I woke up and stared at the sun. It wasn’t because I wanted to see the sunrise, it was that I wanted to see you. Every year I look up to the stars and remember you. You were my first cat, a good cat a cat with a clever spirit. You died a horrible death. I don’t look at you with sadness in my eyes I look at you with happiness. Your death wasn’t planned. No-one new that you had cat aids, it just popped up all of a sudden. The whole family still thinks of you. You were very important to our lives. Like one of the family. You were always curious. Now I am always thinking of you.
Thinking of you,
| Chesney |
| 25, Nov 2006 |
| Annika |