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Okay. So i've finally come to terms with it. After about three weeks without him and after shedding so many tears, I can finally say without crying again that Neo is no longer my cat. Mom's allergy got too severe. Neo had to go. We found him a good home, but I still miss him. Every little thing reminds me of that cat. No more tears. But I do feel that annoying little pain in my chest when I think about him. When I said before that he was my baby, I meant it. I never had a pet when I was smaller and I envied the other kids. I never had a small furry animal that depended on me for survival. I never had a friend that would give me affection unconditionally. I will never stop feeling that it is unfair Neo was taken away from me. But I don't blame my mom. It's not her fault. During the weekend, I was cleaning out the files on my camera. And I found a bunch of pictures of Neo that I had forgotten about. Here they are...
Now that I will no longer have any opportunities to take pictures of Neo, I think it's time to print out all the pictures of him that I have and make a photo album.
Alright, i'm done being emo. I'm sorry. I'm really over it now, I swear. ^__^
Now that I will no longer have any opportunities to take pictures of Neo, I think it's time to print out all the pictures of him that I have and make a photo album.
Alright, i'm done being emo. I'm sorry. I'm really over it now, I swear. ^__^