i lost my first cat, when i was living back home with my parents. he was such an adorable little thing, we rescued him & one other from being thrown around. it was 2002 i lost him, when i was doing my GCSE'S, i got home to really bad news. some kids must of had an air rifle, either that or someone's really sick! when my mum took him to the vet, he said that he had a bullet wedged in his brain & one in his heart, he'd also got run over after the shooting process, as i think he had a broken leg also. he had to be put down, because he was suffering. he was my life aswel, adored him!
i buried him with a lock of my hair
i buried him with a lock of my hair
