One summer day in 2002 my neighbor had two little kittens, she let me have one, one day and I named her Cinnamon. Then two days later she gave me her sister and that little cat was named Belle. Out of both of those two Belle was the sweetest. She was so kind to this little cat my mom found, the little cat was just a kitten like Belle, but out of Belle and Cinnamon, Annie preferred Belle.
Time went on and Belle grew up into a beautiful cat. She would carry a little cat ball in her mouth around in the house. Then when winter came she loved the snow but she was mostly inside and when I forgot to let her out. I picked her up and she peed on me. Then in spring 2003 me and dad were playing softball and I didn’t know she was on the trampoline steps I missed the ball and it hit her.
But thank god she was ok.
Then one summer day we took Belle to the vet because she was acting funny. The vet never checked her temperature, but just kept doing x-rays. Everytime I would call up there they wouldn’t tell us anything. So we went and got her and I began force feeding. When I was away at camp my aunt took her to another vet, who put her on medicine
that seemed to help.
Then on July 24 we took her back to the vet. He kept her over night and it turns out that she had a temperature and it had damaged her kidneys really bad. So when my mom came home she said that Belle was really sick and there was nothing to do for her but to put her on IV, but 3 months later she would be back like she was. I didn’t want to but I felt that it was the right thing was to put her to sleep. Holding her in my arms was before she left was the last time I ever got
to hold her ever again.
The next day when I came home Cinnamon was sitting on her grave. I miss her Laying on the trampoline during the day, sitting on the back porch waiting for me to come home from school, play with her little toy, and watching her play with Annie. But I know she hasn’t left me
but I miss her so much.