My cat Sunny died this morning. He hadn't been eating and last night he could hardly walk. I woke up to go to school this morning and could not find him anywhere. My dad excused me from school in the middle of the day and I knew it was about Sunny. Once we walked out of the building he told me he died and I broke down. I have never cried harder in my entire life. We buried him, and he asked me if I wanted to see him and I said no. There was no way I could see my buddy, my best friend, dead.
Later, I came home, and Sunny always ran to me and followed me everywhere, so coming home to only my two other pets and no Sunny was too much to take. My friends act like I'm overreacting but they just don't understand. I had Sunny for about 9 years, and he was always at my side. We had an incredible bond.
I'm 18 now, so I went through so many important things with him. I grew up with him. He would sleep in my bed and hog it to the point where I had no room. He would lay on my homework because he wanted attention. If I sat down, he was on my lap in an instant. He was such a little brat sometimes, but I loved him more than anything. It feels like I'm a mother who lost her child; I cannot stop thinking about him and all the memories I have with him.
I don't know how I'm going to continue without him. He was the only constant in my life, a friend, a confidant. I can't help but feel guilty and wish I would have taken him to the vet the moment I realized he was sick. I'm going to regret that forever, probably.
I love you Sunny, and I'm so sorry. I'll miss you forever and I'll always cherish the memories.