I have a cat named Taffie. She had a litter of kittens and me and my brother were so excited! There were 5 kittens in the litter but there was actually 6. One died and we didn’t know where it had diapered to. But there was this small kitten in that litter. A runt is what we called him before we had a name for him! 2 months later all we had left was “Runt” and Taffie of course. My dad was coming to pick me and my brother up from school I went to get into the truck and there was Runt sitting in the back of my dad’s truck!
I ran to my dad and said Runt’s in the truck! He came running to the Truck and He said “That’s not Runt! That’s Friendly that’s what I named him because he is friendly!” I was happy he was there because I got to hold him all the way home! But then after like 3 months later Friendly didn’t feel too good. He was too weak to walk and couldn’t eat. I ran to my room to cry for a while but my dad was calling me back down to the living room where Friendly was staying and the worst words you could ever hear are “He’s Gone Baby”
I started to cry soo bad! We burried him in the backyard and Wrote on a brick for a headstone. Now we live in a new house and Friendly is still out there in that backyard! And I bet he is walking around as an angel where he used to play and probably with his brothers and sisters! We love you Friendly!
Love,
| Friendly |
| Bella Carpender |