He's gone, too.. Fuck no! I can't take another pain... He left us.. He fucking left us! Pishi.. died in the morning, right after I left for school.. No, no.. not again! I was getting bit better from Baby's death, but.. Pishi was only three years old! I don't know what's wrong with him.
Well... Yesterday, he was meowing very loud, and sometimes drooling. I thought he missed Baby and drooling was bit normal for us. But... I was wrong. I should have noticed him! I think he was miserable or something. Fuck..
I was bit happy for that day and told everyone about the picture of Baby hung on the wall with the collar next to it. When I'm home from school, I told my dad (he's staying home because he's sick) about the picture too. I went to greeted my cats, T.C., Daisy, and Baby (from the picture). Then, I couldn't find Pishi, so I went to find him, calling his name. I asked my dad if he had seen Pishi. He said no, and told me to do homework. I refused, not until I've seen Pishi. Dad took a bit long silent.. then told me the news about him.
I... was shocked. Another part of the family is gone. It hurts.. I'm still crying while I'm typing. He was always snuggling me, bothering me in my sleep, sometimes being shy... He was the second one came toward me when I opened the cat food. Just like Baby.. And Daisy lost her own brother. My mom and I found a mother cat with five newborn kittens in front of our house in four years ago. We took care of them, and when they're bit old enough, Mom picked him up and Dad named him.. I picked Daisy up. They were always playing together, sometimes bothering Baby. But, he's gone..
Now we have two cats..
Rest in peace, Pishi.. Our lovable kitten. I love you, too, always.Journal CSS and images by =
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