Even when you don't know it, strong bonds are forming.

A few days ago I came home from school to see my cat laying in my Daddy's lap on our couch, being very quiet. For most cats, that doesn't seem like a big deal. But with my cat, if he even steps in the house quiet, you need to take advantage of it. Because he HATES our house. I mean, he'll lay on the porch and all that, but won't step foot in our house willingly. So, when I saw that I was concerned. Turns out, he had been hurt. We don't know how, but he was just acting funny. So we kept him in the house from that day until this morning. Why until this morning? Because that's when he passed away. Yeah, unfortunately, he was very very sick. He wouldn't eat or drink anything, and all he would do was lay around the house. Even last night I was worried he had died because he was on my floor being all still. But he was still alive. Then after I gave him a hug and he meowed for me to put him down, he walked away and looked like he could barely walk. So this morning, my Mommy called me to her room ad told me he passed away, and it broke my heart to just see him lying on the little mat in her room, all still. I went into my room and immediately cried. I miss my kitty. RIP buddy :'(