Raja, my best bud in the whole wide world
by Mckenzie Cooper
My best bud - I'll miss you!
When I was 7, my calico cat, I Scream, died of old age, she was 14. One day, my mother and I went for a ride on our boarded horses. We went home a different way, through another neighborhood to a lady's house. We got 2 kittens, Raja and Pumpkin. we took them home, and renamed Pumpkin - Tiger. Tiger died 2 years later with cancer, and I was devastated.
Now I am ten and got the worst Christmas present in my entire life. On Dec. 18, 2009, I was at school, and my friend asked where I lived. I told him, and we never knew, but we were practically neighbors. He told me he'd seen a dead cat on the side of the road near my house. I described Raja to him, and he told me it might have been my cat.
When I got in the car, I told my mom to look for the cat. When we saw Raja on the side of the road, I burst into tears and went into shock. He was only three, and since my pony had died a month and a day ago, I still wasn't ready.
One day when I went to the car to start it for my dad, I burst into tears and cried through an out-loud prayer to him. Raja was my best friend I had ever had in life, and and I will miss him forever. He slept on my bed, played with me to cheer me up, and followed me everywhere.
Now it feels like a big chunk of my heart was ripped out and there was something missing in the house. Every night, my feet would stretch to see if they could find him. It feels weird to leave a glass of water out at night and not find it spilled over in the morning. I had to help my mother dig his grave and I don't sleep.
I would love to see a stranger who cares. Please answer me (in this posting) (email address deleted by editor to prevent spambots).