I'm sitting in my room in Wake Forest, looking out my window at the back yard. My middle sister Chelsea is holding a brown box. Our/her cat-friend, Patchy, is dead.
We had to put him to sleep this morning. For fourteen years, he was a part of our family. That's over half my life. I remember when he was just a small kitten, and we brought him and my cat Bobbie home.
The amount of tears shed in the Jackson home today might seem silly because he was "just a cat."
But it's hard to say goodbye to a friend, no matter who they were.
I have a cat funeral to attend.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
cats aren't just cats they are members of the family
also, its anything but morbid - its family life
Post a Comment