Palm Sunday —- June 30
Cat
One Palm Sunday before church my mom said,
We got kittens! There where three of them.
It’s to bad two of them died. I had already claimed the one that
lived and I decided to call her Palm because she was born on Palm Sunday.
When Palm got big enough to go out side no matter how much I fed
her she got thinner each day.
Till that one sunny Saturday my dad had told me Palm had died.
He said that he had to put her to sleep because she had
lost control and was suffering.
He also said that there was nothing anyone could have done.
As I went and found Palm to bury I screamed,” Palm Girl don’t go!”
Later that day we buried Palm under the tree where we use to
play in the sun.
Sometimes I see her in other cats but no cat will ever
be like my Palm Girl!
Katie
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