i am a dog person, but when your parents have 3 biological children at home (my fake sister sarah has her own parents and own house, she’s just family to me) there’s no way they’re getting each child a dog. we already had a family dog and a family cat when i was six, so my parents decided to get us each a kitten. i got a slim black cat with an adorable face. and she lived for 16 years. though a pest, i already miss her. losing a pet sucks. because i still wake up wishing she was there being a pest and pacing so se could get my milk after i finished my cereal. she was a needy little girl. once you started petting her, she would push into your hand to keep petting her. she never sat still, like me. it would take her a half hour to finally lie down to sleep. and she slept in the oddest ways. head hanging off the side of a couch, head pressed into the couch, feet sticking up. but i love her. and i miss her. 16 years still wasn’t long enough.
rest in peace sweet emily