When I was only 5-6 years old I had a cat named Black Jack. I found out one day that he had Leukemia and that he wasn’t expected to live long. That day I went home and held him like he wasn’t going
to be there the next day.
About a year after that there was a storm and our basement got flooded and we had to move. The day of our moving I went to find him and prepare him for the trip and I could not find him so we ended up leaving with out him. That was the worst day of my life. The nights after
I lay in bed crying and hoping he would find me.
| Amanda Cantwell |