My cat Baby died sometime last week, but I didn't know till I came home from my summer vacation. As we got in the car at the airport and started driving off; my mom said "I have some bad news I have to tell you" me and my younger sister looked at each other. As everything went silent and a few minutes passed my mom continued saying "Baby died" the words I was dreading to hear. My sister ask her how and she said "4 black dogs, the ones that come out in the morning, saw her and attacked her." As me and my sister went quiet she continued. She told us our other cat, Maya, saw the whole thing from the window inside and got spooked. She also said that she found Baby in the back yard torn to pieces and said she wasn't breathing. I cried all the way home so did my sister. When we got home she showed us where she was buried and also said "it was no ones fault that she got out because she always came back before''. After that when they kept asking me if I was ok I didn't answer; I just kept thinking to myself that I should have been home to help her and that it was all my fault. Even though I know shes gone I don't want to believe it. I'm just waiting to see her walking around the house and sleeping with me in my room. I'm also afraid that I will forget shes gone and call her to come eat or to come sit with me when I'm home alone watching movies. I only wish it wasn't her but a cat that looked similar because I really miss her shes been in my family since I was 2 years old. So in memory of Baby I write this story so I will never forget her.