When I was two years old I was sitting near the back door of my mom’s trailer when a thin sad looking black cat came up the steps and the minute we met, we wouldn’t ever leave one another. I begged my mom to let me keep him. She did and I named him Buddy because he was the only true friend I had. He always had brought light in my life. I would always sing and read to him. I would make a promise to him that we would grow up together and we would die together.
That promise was broken when I was 9 years old. A couple of weeks after the ball dropped 2001 Buddy quit coming to his food (he was an outside cat)and showing up when I called him. He was gone for 2 weeks and every one thought he was dead. Well when my older sister, my friend and I were playing when my neighbor asked if this was my cat he found it in his trash can.
Out walked a thin black cat who I knew was Buddy. I took him home and my mom asked me to come in the kitchen and keep Buddy company. I didn’t know that was to be my last time I would see Buddy. For when I was at school my mom took Buddy to the vets and found out he was deaf and blind. He had to be put down.
I’m 12 now and the pain still burns.
Love you forever and always,
| Candice Saracino |