Caution: This is about a pet. If you don't like reading about... death in some detail, you shouldn't read this. I just want to get it out, what's in my memory.
I woke up this morning, came down. My family didn't know where Oliver (our cat) was. He wanders around sometimes, uses the bathroom, so we didn't think much of it. I grabbed my flashlight and looked around. I went downstairs, over to his litter box... I found him, almost fully cold, laying next to it. I called for someone to come down, panic. We thought he might still be there... But he was already gone. While we thought there was still a chance, we had placed him upstairs. I went out back and started digging into the ground. Had to get through a lot of rocks. Father came home, helped us finish preparations... We buried him by Sam, our first cat. They deserve to meet, talk about how annoying we were.
