My cat, named Prince Harry Balls Carson, died today. You may be thinking 'Prince Harry Balls?' my mom named him and he was our little prince. He was really spoiled. He was turning four in May. He was the only animal, out of two dogs and another cat, that just sat with me and loved me. I miss him already and I just found out. I'm going to miss him biting my toes when he wanted picked up or fed. I'm really going to miss how he always seemed to know when I was sad and cuddled with me. I'm going to miss how he just slept on my face at night, and how it woke me up. I'm going to miss how he'd attack me to wake me up to go feed him at five in the morning, and have me sit by him. He wouldn't eat in the morning unless you sat right next to him. I always did it because everyone else was busy in the mornings so it became our little routine. I'm sorry if this made you sad, it wasn't meant to. It was meant to just tell you a little about my cat, who just happened to die today.
