Okay, yes, life is much much MUCH more happier with Ryan. But this month, on the week of Thanksgiving, I feel depressed...
This is going to be the third year that around Thanksgiving, my beloved cat Misty died...
Okay, as it is... I was in the hospital, right, because of pneumonia... Well, I did come back in time for Thanksgiving and all that, even got to be with her...
How she died really makes me wish I stopped her. She managed to get into the utility room, with the washer machine and dryer. She tried to escape to outside...
The cords behind the dryer was exposed, so when she stepped on them, ZZZT.............
At least she didn't feel anything....
What I hate the most, though, was when dad told me about two WEEKS LATER about her dead, while going outside to look for her once more.........
Yeah...
Now people who finds that I'm more sadder than usual will now know why...
