B-I-H

Everyone dies. Even warriors die. That doesn't make it any easier on us when it happens. We grieve. We feel pain. I grieve. I mourn. My poor little friend. I can't express the sadness I feel. Yesterday evening, when I found out the news, I wasn't able to think about it. I wasn't able to think about it last night either, not without tears. I can't believe he's gone. We've all loved him so. He was always there, ever since I started high school, which was five years ago and five years isn't much for a cat. He was there even before Arthur. I knew his mother. And that small, fluffly bunch of his brothers and sisters which all disappeared v