4:16 p.m. - 2009-10-31
He's gone
And I'm crying for him. He wasn't even my cat (though I fed and watered him more than even his owner) but I still am. I knew this was coming, but it still hurts so much. I held him last night and kissed his head and told him that I loved him. And I do. And will.
Thanks, buddy. Who's a good boy?
