I lost a cat in November. His name was Snowtoes. He had little white feet and a white patch on his chest. I noticed he wasn't feeling good one day, he just sat in the corner doing nothing. I went over t him to cheer him up, but it was helpless. When I came from school, I found out that he had died less then half an hour before I got home. He was still a little warm when I picked him up. My only regret was that I couldn't have stayed with him longer before leaving. I'm just glad he passed away in his sleep beside his brother. His brother is still with me today, and he already has his own litter. They are strong, too bad non of them look like Snowtoes... yet. They are young, maybe, just maybe, I'll see Snowtoes' spirit again.
R.I.P. Snowtoes
May 28th, 2011 ~ November 27th, 2011.
I will miss you, farewell, my friend.
