I had a cat named Sinisalo who I had for a year and a half.
We got him out of an ad. When we got him,he was skin and bone.
My mother took him to the vet. He had everything a cat could have.
I had two choises put him down or leave him at the vet.
We left him at the vet for a week. The doctors did what they could.
Then it was all up to me. I loved him so much. I had two
other cats who I loved very much too.
They both ran away and left Sinisalo very lonely.
We got a new cat. He was very happy now.
They both were outside cats. Sinisalo would wounder
off for a day and would return at night.
One day he never returned.
I thought he ran away so I got scared.
When I got home from school I found a thing covered
in mud. It was Sinisalo. He was cring very loud.
He couldn’t move. I started to cry. I was all by myself.
I went inside and got a board lifted him on it and
carried him in. I tried to find someone who would drive
and make a house call but no one would.
He died in my bathroom that day.
I will never know why.
He was truely my baby forever.
Alyssa
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