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My mom's cat , Polly died today. But I felt like it was my cat too, and The Second Moon's (we're identical twins). We just buried her in the backyard. The worst part was seeing my Mom carry her corpse, wrapped in her favorite blanket to the grave my dad dug. She was holding Polly like she did every night when Polly would demand a hug up until her final days. That's how we knew she was dying.
I remember getting her as a kitten. She was a mean kitten, but overtime she became sweet and I wasn't afraid of her. I loved her so much and it hurts so bad. I just wish time would stop moments before her death. I hate this. I really do. She was the best cat.
I remember getting her as a kitten. She was a mean kitten, but overtime she became sweet and I wasn't afraid of her. I loved her so much and it hurts so bad. I just wish time would stop moments before her death. I hate this. I really do. She was the best cat.