2006-11-28 11:12:34 ET|
You know -- I'm going to get a little kitten when I get out of the Army, and finally settled into my own place. It will be a black kitten. It will have sleek hair (not fluffy), and will be a male.
His name shall be: Blue the Second.
...I miss my old cat. He was one of the few cats that the good majority of the time when you called him -- he'd come to you. Even when he was dying and spent minutes trying to get up to his little perch -- when I walked in, he'd slowly get up, and make his way over too me...though too weak to jump atop the couch. And he'd still try to rub up against me and attempt to purr. But...his sickness always had him drooling and it just...was bad.
My parents waited for me to get home to college so I could see him, and make the decision to put him to sleep... I still remember seeing him looking outside the cage of the truck that took him away.
I truly loved that cat.