My cat is dead.....
I have no idea how, but I'm never going to feel his soft little orange tummy again....
I hate death, it's something I can't deal with, because I feel like I lose everything that I love.
I'll never wake up to see him waiting for me, he won't be there to follow me around, or for me to talk to.
It's funny but I think he actually listened to me when I talked, and he'd let me cry into his fur when I was sad.
He was so smart, he knew all kinds of words, he always came when you called him.
He was so cool, he could jump five feet in the air....
He was so polite and loyal, I cannot even express how much I loved that cat.
And I'm bawling my eyes out like a little kid right now, because I'm never gonna see him again.
Choked with grief would be a grave understatement.
My poor little kitty, my handsome, pretty, little orange cream puff kitty.....
I love you so much Tim Tim, my little baby.
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