(This was on the 21st, but I forgot to make a project bc of grieving) So, my mom and my Grandma took my grandma's cat to the vet. Sad news happened. My mom texted my dad and my dad told me the cat had liver failure and had to be put asleep and go to heaven. I cried and my dad bringed me to the vet. I got to see the cat for one last time and told her I love her. I didn't want to see her die and walked out of the door. I shopped with my dad in Petsmart before it was over and cried many times, over and over. I went home, but I hopped over to my Grandma's to check on her. After that, she walked me back to my house where my mom was. From now on, I'm never going in to my Grandma's garage because that's where the cat usually stays. Now, I only have one of my cat besties alive, my own cat. (Who is absolutely a meanie-demon-cat, but I love him anyway) I know the cat is up in heaven and she doesn't have to suffer anymore. Bye. . .
