Whisper was my kitty. I was his favorite and he was mine. I got in trouble in third grade when I was assigned to write about my best friend, and I wrote about Whisper. My teacher said that it had to be a human, but Whisper was my best friend.
I never thought he was going to die. I really didn’t.
I don’t think I have ever truly known sadness until this week. I know that sounds silly. He is just a cat! But I am so sad that I am sick. I have been nauseous all day. I also could not sleep last night. I was up crying until 3am.
My mom is in the hospital this week for rehab for her fibromyalgia. I had to take Whisper to the vet to be put down with Heather and Smash. My mom wasn’t there. She isn’t there to comfort me either. But I do not want her to come home or anything, I just wish she was here.
I really cannot write anymore. I am just going to cry more.