The Loss of a living love by Beau Hartman

The Loss of a living love

by Beau Hartman

I had recieved Killy as a late birthday gift from my best friend. She was given to me in a Champagne bag, and had a little bow tied around her neck. She was only six weeks at the time. I will never forget the first time I held her in my arms. She was shaking and scared due to my moms German Shepherd trying to become really close friends with her, way to close for comfort. It took a while for them to become friends but soon they did and were unsepretable. Killy was the one cat that actually knew how to fetch. If you sat cross legged on the floor and threw a paper ball around then Killy would actually go and "Fetch" it for you. Then dropping it at your feet she would wait for it to go again. Sometimes she wouldnt give it back but instead lay on it until she deemed it nessacery for it to be thrown again. When my mom actually let Killy start sleeping inside then Killy figured out where to go and quick. She came and hurtled herself onto my bed. I had Killy for two and 1/2 years and she was my pride and joy. But sadley all good things must end and that they did. When my mom decied we were going to move back to New Mexico my mom and my's birthstate she said Killy couldnt come. When I asked her why she said because it would be to hard on Killy to travel 2000 miles from Florida to New Mexico and also most hotels dont except animals and diffinetly not cats. I was really bummed. So we gave Killy to my Friend again leaving her with her mom and brother. But when Killy got left behind she didn't take it to well and ran away for two weeks. She finally came back to get food but was chased off by my friends puppy who thought of her as an intruder. Now today she is still missing. She's not dead but she's dead to me.

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