1987 ——– 1999
Cat
It was my grandma’s cat but I thought of it as my own.
Whenever I went to her house I would go right to her to pet her.
Her name was Cleo. She was so cute and never would hurt a fly.
She only liked me my sister my grandma and my grandpa.
She hated it when someone called her pretty.
She thought that it was an insult. She loved to be called ugly though.
It was funny how she thought. She would answer back if you talked
to her. She did many tricks too. She was a spoiled cat but what cat isn’t?
When we would all play a board game she would sit in the middle of the game.
We would never in a million years yell at her.
She was the best cat I ever had. Then one day we found out that she
had been kicked in the face and shot in the back.
My grandma found her in an alley so she had to bring her in.
We had her for 12 years. So one day she started not eating and walking
funny and hiding alot. My grandma took her to the vet right away.
They found out that she had a brain tumor.
Before we knew it she tried to walk but kept on falling down.
She tried so hard but couldn’t. My grandma didn’t tell me or my sister
because she didn’t want us to see her like that.
She then had to make that hard decision of putting her to sleep.
My grandma and grandpa just stood there and had to watch
her slowly die away. She told us afterwards about it.
I cried for weeks and I still am.
My grandma and grandpa say that it is the hardest thing
that they ever had to do and no one
will ever forget her.
At least I know I won’t.
Michelle (13 years old)
| Cleo |