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It's not really that fun when you wake up one morning to your brother telling you that your cat is dead and he's just buried her. The neighbor, Ginger, told my brother about her being under the tree. Ginger's cat has also gone missing. Her theory is that someone poisoned them. My biggest fear now is Chester. I need to find him. I don't want to lose him, too. He's the best and if he dies too, I'm getting a new cat. No doubt about it.
It's so horrible. Everything this past week has been death (not dead) to me. In psychology, we're watching a movie about someone that dies, then we're going to take notes on death. And I'm the Death Angel in the play, killing off the people of London. Through all the praises I've recieved on doing so well, I've gotten tired of hearing it. On one occasion, I thought to myself, "Well, I don't feel like talking about this, I wish this girl would stop talking to me," and as I thought it, something fell on her head and she stopped talking. So why do I feel as if my cat's death is my fault, when my character is just a role?
Sassy
September 7, 1995 - November 11, 2004
It's so horrible. Everything this past week has been death (not dead) to me. In psychology, we're watching a movie about someone that dies, then we're going to take notes on death. And I'm the Death Angel in the play, killing off the people of London. Through all the praises I've recieved on doing so well, I've gotten tired of hearing it. On one occasion, I thought to myself, "Well, I don't feel like talking about this, I wish this girl would stop talking to me," and as I thought it, something fell on her head and she stopped talking. So why do I feel as if my cat's death is my fault, when my character is just a role?
Sassy
September 7, 1995 - November 11, 2004