So, I found out yesterday, my beloved cat, Curly died. He was an amazing animal and one of my family. When i was sad he'd be there to give me a loving meow, or when i slept he'd stay close to me. 14 great years with him is still, in my opinion, not long enough. He never was sickly in his entire life, and I still believe he was bitten by something poisonous. I will miss him so very much and will away think of him as the best pet I've had. Of course, my also dearly departed dog, Muttley was Curly's partner in crime and I too lost him this year, only 2 months ago... I cried, yes... I loved them. I'm still crying now.

But I'd like to share my fondest memory of Curly. My room in my old house had two windows, mind you there were quite a few of them scatter about, and my Parents room window was also next to mine. But sure enough, Curly knew which ones lead to mine, and in the night would come and knock on the window for me to let him in. Of course, I'd always try my best to do so... but on the rare occurrence that I didn't let him in... He'd find another way inside the house. Plus, He'd make his way to my room, then open my door, and next jump up on my bed. He had a sense of humor because he'd 'slap' me and start meowing at me as if to say: "Don't act as if you didn't hear me..." I'd pet him, he'd forgive me, and then we'd go to sleep.

I know he's better off without the pain, but I still hurt from his lose...