Last night I had to bury my cat. She had been gone for five hours and I didn't think much of it, but my mom as always was worried. At about 8pm last night my dad came home and told us. I had never seen either of my parents break down as much as they did last night. My mom was screaming and crying, and my dad who I don't recall ever crying was crying a lot as he dug a hole in my back yard. There she was, a gift from God, dead. My mom held her in her arms, and as I looked at her, I couldn't believe it. She looked normal, but she wasn't moving, and for some reason her collar was missing. She got hit by a car, but we have no idea how. We found her on a highway, and my cat, she never even went out of our yard most of the time. I don't want another cat, because you can't do any better than perfect, and that's what she was. Not ONCE in her entire life did she bite, scratch, or hiss at anyone. Every day I came home from school and she would run up to me, rub against me and roll over on her back so I could rub her belly. Every night I would pet her and kiss her on the head before I slept, and some nights she would jump on my chest in bed and fall asleep. She was the perfect cat, and now she isn't here. She's gone. It's just hitting me now. I really am horrible with emotions, I just have no idea how to feel right now. I want her to be alive, but it's not going to happen. I want to wake up tommorow and see her waiting for me to let her outside so she can play. I miss her so much.
Think while it's still legal.