My old kitty cat Dufus got his name because one day he put his head in a like a wal mart bag and started flying across the living room with the bag on his head and my dad is like "what a Dufus!!" and that's kind of how he got his name. Then, he moved from L.A. With my mom and dad to upper Calafornia. then, my mom had my older brother and then they moved to Cincinati and had me and then we moved to this sleepy little town named Huron.by then he was about 5-6 years old. And he LOVED to go outside. When he was about 12 that's when his lives kinda started to get lost. 1. He got outside of the fence and got beaten up by a mystery animal and started serious bleeding. Then about 3 months later we think he had cataracts. And then he almost got catnapped by an owl. And then, he was diagnosed wi diabetes. By the time we found out he had diabetes he was 15. But he stilled loved to hunt outside. Dufus had to get 2 shots a day for his diabetes. 3 months after his diabetes news he started having tummy problems. Then, 3 months later he died. And it's really hard to get over it, I don't think I ever will because he was all I ever had I mean he was older then I was! And you know, it's hard to get over anyone's death. Cat, Human,or anything really! Like even a goldfish!And he fought through so much because he was always in pain and in those lat months he was with us he would walk a couple steps than lay down. I talk to him every night(well almost very night) and I right letters to him and after I fill the journal I write the letters in I plan on tying balloons to it and sending them to him. I really hope he knows how much I miss him. That first morning I was walking around the house looking for him. And then I realized, I'm not gonna find him. I wish I could, just 1 more time