Today 2/12/2004 My poor Cat Elsie died. She lived to the ripe old age of 15 and was bought even before I was born. My mother bought her when she was at a depressed time in her life and helped her threw the tough times. If it wasn't for that cat my mother may have killed herself and I may not be here. That cat ment a lot to me. heart Please pray for my poor dead kitty! heart Out of respect I spent all my gold on blue clothes (because that's the colour I feel) and a cat tail. My mum won't stop crying there is a plethara of used tissues in my house. Elsie went missing 4 days ago and we knew something was wrong. She was really old and had arthritis. (I still can't get used to writing "was" wink The nieghbours found her in there garage. She was alive and well last night but then died somewhere between 11:30PM and 10:00 this morning. I want to cry but tears won't come. I was on my way home on the bus and when I got off I saw Greg digging a hole in the garden and thats when I knew. Although she wasn't originally my cat she still ment a lot to me and it's gonna feel wierd to come home and not see her on the driveway. Or to walk out the front gate in the morning and her not sleeping there. Oh great NOW I start crying. God and all over the keyboard too. Ok well I'm gonna go before I start an indoor pool in my computer room. Mum's gone out to get herself drunk I don't blame her if it was Zorro I wouldn't go out of the house for a week. This is just perfect and I was saying to everyone that they would never see me cry! I HATE MY LIFE!!!
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