What a Friday, huh? I just had a call from Dad. Winston, our little fuzzy bag of fleas back home, died. It seems he got hit by a car and Dad found him curled up in the neighbour's garden, partially paralyzed. They took him to the vet and they put him on a heat-mat (his body temperature was getting lower and lower) and did some tests, but soon after he died. He was only 3 1/2 years old. He was forever playing near the road and Mum would scream out to him to come in, but he never listened (he's a cat
)We adopted Winston about 3 years ago from Bill and Michelle, two family friends who had a litter of them. Since then, he's been one of the family (and one of the neighbours too. He spent more time at "Nan and Pa's" then at our place, because they fed him sweet food and stuff
)So right now, I'm upset by it, and it hurts. Thankfully I have Peanut and Holly to get hugs from (even though Peanut squirms when I try to hug him. He's a stinker
). Still, he's at peace now and he will NEVER be forgotten.Rest In Peace Winston. You'll always be loved, always be missed and may your fleas never desert you (or you'll have nothing to do, since scratching yourself was all you ever did
)
Why does my heart, feel so bad?
Why does my soul, feel so bad?
These open doors..
