Isn’t it cute? This pose that makes it seem so easy to cuddle is incredibly charming.
My cousin adores these two little kittens. My mother calls them both “Cat Sister” in general. My younger brother says one is “Cat Sister” and the other is “Little Cat Sister”. Just how much does he like them? Since his family doesn’t allow raising small animals, he said that when he gets married in the future, he’ll raise the kittens’ babies. (Both are male cats, and there’s no chance of that happening anyway.)
This was when they first came to our home. They were so adorably cute that it was almost too much to bear. There was still milk around their mouths from their recent feeding.
It loved sucking on its own paws, just like it was nursing. As long as you held it, it would suck, and it could take half an hour before it fell asleep. But when it was about five months old, it didn’t do that as much.
Later, it grew to this size. It was always extremely clingy, jumping onto people’s legs or rubbing against them. Its meows were so soft, especially when I came back from outside. If I said, “Cat Sister, I’m back,” it would respond with a super – gentle “meow – meow”.
Here it is, sleeping.
Truly, my phone is filled with pictures of it. Every time I look at them, I feel sad.
I really want to hold it again, to see it full of life…
The little black cat was given to an old person. I’m too afraid to ask the old person how it’s doing, scared of hearing bad news.
When Cat Sister died, its eyes were wide open. I hadn’t been home for a long time. At that time, I was happily carrying duck heads and shouting, “Cat Sister, Cat Sister, come and eat.” In my imagination, it would definitely come running over meowing. However, I didn’t hear its voice at all. I thought it had gone out to play. Then I went upstairs to look for it. It was lying in a room. I thought it was sleeping and said, “Still sleeping? The delicious food is here.” But it didn’t move. I couldn’t believe it was dead. I walked over to look, and its eyes were open, looking right at me. I shouted, “Cat Sister, what’s wrong?”
I can hardly continue writing.
I touched it. It was cold and stiff. I kept shouting its name. When I picked it up, it was like a plank. Except for its fur, it wasn’t soft at all.
After that, all I could do was cry.
The dog was there too. It just squatted beside me, watching me cry. Usually, it had a good relationship with the kitten, and they would occasionally play – fight.
I’m sorry, little kitten.
I didn’t take good enough care of you to let you grow up well.
The whole family loved you very much, but we didn’t take good care of you.
I’m sorry. I can only shed tears over your body. Were you in a lot of pain when you died? Were you disappointed in us? When you needed us, none of us were there.
I’m sorry.
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Later, there was more sadness.
That day, my cousin called, saying he was coming to my house. Of course, his purpose was to play with the dog and pet the cat. He loves small animals so much that he secretly raised hamsters many times and even asked classmates to help take care of them.
He was always thinking about the cat, but he never had the chance to come because his father was very strict.
That day, he called in high spirits. The first thing he asked was, “Where’s Cat Sister?” My grandmother said, “It’s dead.” He said, “What?” “The little cat died.” Then there was silence on my cousin’s end. The silence was so heavy that it made me want to cry again.
Later, when I wasn’t at home, my uncle came to pick up my grandmother, and my cousin came too. He ran from upstairs to downstairs, carefully searching every room. Only when he couldn’t find it did he believe that the cat was really dead. Then he just stood there and cried loudly. It’s probably a good thing I wasn’t there. Otherwise, I might have cried my eyes out too. For someone my age, it’s better to cry alone in private.
My grandmother told my mother about my cousin crying, and my mother told me. When my mother was telling me, her voice was choked with sobs. I tried my best to hold back my tears even though my eyes were red.
This was taken in my hometown. I don’t know why, but this dog has a huge impact on me. It’s like I’m looking at myself. It’s a bit inexplicable.
You must be living a great life in heaven. Be fat and happy.
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