Last year on April 19th, my cat Chelea died. I came home from school and found him in laying on the ground near death. The thing that hurts the most is that we knew he was sick, but we didn't know it would come to this. He was black and very fluffy. Every summer we would get his fur trimmed, into a lion cut. His nickname was puss in boots because when he got that cut, it looked like he was wearing boots of fur. He had a little mane and a tuft of fur on the end of his tail. I miss him with all my heart, and I think about him every day. I'll never forget him.And as I bring this message to an end, tears come to my eyes in rememberance of my cat, Chelsea. |