[song? Memory- Sugarcult]
[mood? grieving]
in fifth grade, i went to costa rica for one week on spring break. the night i got back, Bubbles (my cat) bit me on my wrist when i tried to pet him becuase he was mad that my mom and i had left him for a week. right now, i regret being mad at him for biting me. i regret ever leaving his side and ever being mad at him. i regret all those times i smacked him for biting someone.
Bubbles the Cat is dead. He was hit by a car this morning. The only animal that i have ever loved more than some of my own human family is gone. He went outside this morning. Mom had the front door open. As she was watching tv, she heard brakes screech and saw Bubbles dart out from in front of a car. He ran into the front yard, but didnt come inside. Mom assumed he was okay, and had just gotten scared because he could still run perfectly. A few minutes later, she went out to call him back inside. He was laying on the lawn like he had been sunbathing. She even whistled and called his name. When she realized that he wasnt coming, she went over and found him dead. He was lying like he always did, his eyes open, the only difference was that he wasnt breathing. She buried him before i woke up. i've missed school because i've been crying all day.
Bubbles was eight years old. Right now, i am thirteen. i have known Bubbles for over half of my life. i picked him out form the shelter in florida. i picked him becuase when all the other cats were sleeping, he was in the corner playing by himself. i will always love and miss that cat. it scares me how much i love him.
i hate clifton. it took my companion away. it took my CAT.
bubbles will never make holes in my homework again.
he will never scare Snowball.
he will never brin another dead bird into the laundry room.
he will never cuddle me when im crying.
he will never get fur all over my black clothes.
as i was crying this morning, hoping this was all a sick joke, i kept wondering where my cat was to comfort me and stop my crying. then i realized that never again would i have that luxury.
i dread calling chris to tell him the news. i know i'll end up crying again.
In Memory of Bubbles the Cat
1996 - 2004
His passage leaves a gaping wound in my family.