A long time ago when I still lived with my parents, they owned a couple of cats. One of them was snowflake. Snow flake was a small white cat that was long furred and had blue eyes. Snow flake was also small. She was very sweet and would come and sit with you all the time. Compared to the other cats, this was a sweetheart and I really liked her.
One morning I heard pawing at my door. I went to let Snow flake in. She tried to jump into bed with me but could. I picked her up and put her next to me thinking she was tired. But she was making weird sounds and didn’t want to relax.
An hour went by and I had to get ready to go to work. I took a shower and came back into the room. Snow Flake was still on the bed, but she was acting kind of woozy and had her tongue hanging out her mouth.
I took her into the living room and sat with her in a wicker chair and stroked her fur and scratched her head. I told her every thing would be okay very soon, over and over. Her breathing became shallower and shallower. I could feel the life leaving her extremities. She would look up at me with her small blue eyes but they couldn’t focus. Her body slowly went completely rigid in my hands and I could feel her life leaving her body.
Slowly I watched the sun rise above the trees and thought about life. I must have been there for another hour until I could feel Snow Flake getting cold in my hands. After which I am not sure what I did but I will always remember that wonderful cat.
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