I had been worried because my cat, Pooter, ran away in the middle of winter. I cried every day 4 him. On one of those horrible days I sat in the house staring of into space when my brother bust in the door. “I found Pooter.” he said in a soft voice. We went into the yard and went to the old truck parked behind the house. I was delighted until I came upon the scene. Poor Pooter was lying in the snow, dead. You could tell he couldn’t have been dead for more than a couple of hours. The shine in his eyes was still faint. “Go get me a bag” my brother said. I ran in and got a bag. He lifted up the shape that use to be my cat and layed him in the bag. The end of my beloved pet.
I love you,
| Pooter |
| toria walker |