I have recently lost my cat, Lucky, due to a car hitting her (I now HATE cars
and roads...) . It was a head trauma, so she didn't suffer. Lucky was a unique
kitty, and one of the games she played with you would be chase. She chases you,
you turn around and chase her, she runs, you run. Just typing about her makes
me want to cry. The day I lost her, 11/17/2009, was my brother's birthday. This
happened around 4:30 or 4:45 in the morning, so Lucky dieing ruined his and my
day. I have been crying over the death of Lucky so badly, I had to see a
counselor. I know I shouldn't be a baby over an animal, but I loved her, and I still
do.
She was my sister.
She was my daughter.
She was my best friend.
She was my familiar.
She was my little baby.
She was taken from me by a car.
(( Here is my baby ))
