So I've been going through some hard times lately and I thought a journal might help me sort out my thoughts and feelings.
We had to put my cat down yesterday. I had her since she was a kitten, and I was six. Now I am twenty one. I grew up with that cat, and it was the deepest connection I had ever had with an animal. When she was younger, I was the only one she really trusted. I was the only one she would cuddle with and liked being held by.
When my niece, one of the people I love most, was just a toddler, she would sit on her lap. She was usually too shy to sit on anyone's lap but mine, but she loved my niece. I felt like any friend of mine was a friend of her's.
In the mornings, when my dad would let her in to feed her, she would always come upstairs to my bedroom door and meow for me. She would do this before she ate, even though she loved her food.
Whenever I was sick, she would always lie in bed with me for a long time and keep me company. She was always great company. My mom said she would be my guardian angel and I think she's right. I will miss her so much. I was closer to her than I am to most people. I love her so much.