The day, minute you died, I cried. Bawled my eyes out. Screamed for you to come back. Wanted you to wake up and be fine miraculously even though they gave you anaesthetics. I cried for half an hour in the vets and then when we left to pay for you to be cremated I couldn't help but to cry again. The car ride home was me screaming and crying and cradling the cat box we sent you to the vets in.
You were the only light in my life.
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Polly
Short StoryPolly, Well. You are and were the best and worst thing that ever happened to me. 10 years of my life that I want back not that I could get it back.
