I was in the middle of writing this essay and decided to take break. When I checked to see how many more words I needed (it was a short essay, only 700-750 words) I couldn’t help but screen shot it. 666 words. Cursed report.
My old cats, Tom and Little, always slept together in a guitar case. They both lived for seventeen years and my family is still convinced that they were in love. Little was perfectly healthy when Tom died, but a week after his death she stopped eating and would hide behind couches and in corners all day. Within a month, she passed away too. They are buried side by side in our garden.