That night was sad.The night you night you died. That night I just got home you were laying in your favorite spot, you could not get up my dad carried you in my room and laid you down.You were throwing up, you got it on your beautiful face I was cleaning with a warm rag., Then you started to cough I could tell that it was coming from deep in your chest it sounded so painful that it even made me hurt. I said to you "cimmie, I love you and you are the best". Then you slowly pulled your paws by your mouth and they slowly sled down. That is when you took your last breath, I could feel your blood go throw your vanes going really fast after a few minutes (or seconds) everything stopped I keep saying "Cimmie, no, don't go, I love you." Then I got up tears poring out of my eyes, ran to my dad I hugged him he asked me what was wrong ,trying to catch my breath I finely made out the words "Cimmie.....is ....died" I said softly. Dad said she could not be, but when he went in my room he then with out a word he put a very nice blanket on her.

Cimmie, Was burred and we put a little fence around her then put one little red rose.