mantha

my cat samantha is dying. i am really bummed out. i got her in the first grade. shes lived super long and i am grateful. i am hanging out with her at my parents house. lot of tears. lots of memories. if she doesnt die by morning, we will put her to sleep tomorrow. i remember all the times i made her a capitive audience to my dramatic times of adolosence. all the times i told her she was my only friend. she just sat on my bed while told her about my life and all the evils of middle school girls. i am grateful of the time ive had with her. shes wonderful. my mom told me even my dad was crying a little before i came over tonite. i talked to my brother tonite. he had a dream last night that she died, so i think he's okay. plus he has three cats of his own. im contemplating getting a kitten and starting over when i am ready.