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27th of june. Hearing those words still gives me a gut wrenching feeling. I woke up to the sound of a muffled voice that i soon realized was my brothers. I couldn't make out most of the words. I focused deeply on figuring them out. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the words "..put to sleep." I wanted to believe that I was just imagining things. I layed on my bed and let the time pass as i let my head get flooded by the worst case scenarios.

I heard my brothers car pull into the front yard. I held my breath for a second, unable to move. I heard my dad yell my cats name. It sent shivers down my spine. "Charli!..." ,he screamed. I've never heard him like this before. His voice was shaky and i could almost hear his tears. I attempted to make myself believe that everything was okay and that i was just overthinking. But I couldn't. I layed on my bed as my tears slowly rolled off of my cheek. I hadn't even realized i was crying.

*Thud, thud* The noise startled me after what seemed like hours of silence.

*Thud* there was a pause this time. *Thud.* Just what was this strange noise?
*...Thud.* Once again, the room was filled with silence for just a couple of seconds.
*Clank!* "Metal?" I thought to myself before the realization hit me.
I once again felt my tears forming in my eyes and my face turning a cherry-red color.

I can't say I remember much that happend that day besides alot of sorrow. I cried in my dads arms endlessly, mourning the situation. The guilt started to get to me. Voices. They stalked me with the words "Was there something you could do?". I thought about it the whole day, wishing i had a time machine so that i could save her. I felt useless and that I had betrayed my cat by not doing anything.

"I would do anything to bring her. back." I thought to myself each night after that, still searching for a tiny bit of hope that she would come back. I still look for her. outside of our home. I'd look at her kittens and think of how much they remind me of her.

The only memory i have of her is my father's phonecase. It had a picture of her on it. I can't stand looking at it. The way she looked so relaxed in it, without a care in the world. It sickens me to my stomach to even think about it.

We'll be together soon, Charli. Please, be patient and wait for me.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 22, 2023 ⏰

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