It was 11/13/2010. I was sitting at home, bummed that my mom didn't get me a dog for my birthday.That was all I ever wanted. A pet. So when my sister came home with a 2 month old tuxedo kitten I was elated. He was the best kitten ever! He was black, with a white neck and stomach, and white paws. He had the cutest nose and big gold eyes. We named him Jasper. He was the best kitten ever. He was playful, but mellow, and would never bite or scratch. He was an indoor cat but that soon changed. One morning when my dad got home from work he said the jasper was meowing outside the front. We didn't know how he got out, just that he loved it. So he would start meowing by the door every night,begging to go outside. So we let him. And then the night came that would only months later end his life. After he got home from one of his adventures I gave him some food. I noticed he was limping and had blood smeareed all over his right hind paw. There were 2 bite marks and my mom decided he was bit. Months passed and he seemed fine, but soon got bad. The wounded foot began to smell, because the fflesh was rotting. It was soon thje week before Christmas and we put the tree up. That night Jasper just layed under it. He wasn't eating for the past couple of days and was too drained to move. The next morning we took him to the vet. They didn't know what bit him, but thery cleaned the wound, persribed medicine, and neutered him. When he wobbled out of his carrier falling down in the process to eat I thought "I have my kitten back." Boy was I wrong. I didn't know that a few days later I would lose him. It was December 28 and we were taking him back to the vet because something wasn't right. He lost 3.5 lbs and looked weak again. The vet kissed his little furry head while he took his temp. I was jealous that he could do that and I was forced to sit and watch. The doctors sais that he had liver fauiler and that we should put him to sleep. I didn't want to. I couldn't. But I had to. He had already fallen to sleep on the carrier, breathing lightly. I kissed his head, stroked his head one last time and said "I love you Jazz. Goodbye little buddy." I already knew what the bridge was from a friend and knew Jasper would be passing it that afternoon. I couldn't watch them kill my baby. I could only think that he was sleeping and he would never see it coming. I thought of how I wouldn't see those glistening gold eyes for a long time. or hear that melodious meow. Or hold the little body. I missed him so much already. I sat in the car waiting. The vet walked out and asked "where do you want her?" I think he could of showed some respect by remembering that Jazz was a he. I nodded to the seat next to me. I peeked into to the carrier, hoping it was a dream and hoping to see those big, innocent, gold eyes staring back at me. I was shocked to see my baby in a miniture body bag. I wanted to paint a shoe box and write his name in sparkly gold letters. So we got home dug a hole and made closure. Ill always remember how my dad carelessly threw the best pet ever in the hole like he was a piece of thrash. I will always wonder if he went head first or if the fall broke any of his bones. I wanted to dig him up, remove him from the bag, and place him in a bedazzled shoe box with his favorite blanket. I wanted to give him what he deserved. But I couldn't. I will never forgot you Jasper! Love you forever and always little buddy.<3