The worst story I can live was when my cat died, and to me it is a sad story, but the life goes on. When I was 10 years old, I found a kitty, it was close a hotel (in my neighborhood, you can find a hotel) it was alone, and scared, a dog was barking at the poor kitty. I did not know what to do in that mom, I knew that If I went the kitty at my house, possible my mom yell at me, but I did not want left the kitty there, later 5 minutes, I decided to took the kitty. We arrived at my house and I tell all the story at my little sister, she was happy, because I wanted to have kitty as much as I wanted it.
We played all the afternoon with the kitty. When my mom arrived at the home, we needed to tell that I had rescued, I faced that moment alone, I tell my sister that I had tell her. My mom did not say me nothing, the good notice was that She decided that the kitty lived with us.
Our new member was a kitty, its name was Sammy, she was a cute cat, but he developed a great love for my mom, we lived happy. Two years later, it got ill, I was so bad, He died, we could not nothing to save its life.
When he decided I had a dream, I was in the father’s house, I was sleeping, suddenly, one noise woke up me, I opened my eyes and I saw a with cat, it looked me and follow a white light.
April 21,2017. I never forget this date, Katrina born, it is my cat, and it looks is similar at the cat that appeared in my dream. I want to think that Katrina has a part of Sammy living in her.
Anny P. Yaranga 