yesterday i went to my aunts house to work on the soon to be cousins house that they'll move into, and before we left i let my cat chester outside because he loves it out there. I knew we wouldn't be back before dark, but i thought it was okay since he's been outside all day before. We came home around maybe ten-ish, and my dad pulls in the driveway and we see my cat laying down in the middle of it. we did think anything of it since he does that alot -we come home and he greets us at the driveway- but as we pulled closer he didn't move and he usually does. my dad stops and he, my mom, and my brother get out of the car while i'm still in it saying, "dear god no, not chester, NOT MY BUDDY!" after 30 seconds i get out of the car while my mom picks him up... he was stiff as a tree. I screamed. My mom lays him down in the garage and looks him over. Yup, a freakin dog killed my cat. i hate them. this is a second time a f-ing dog has killed a cat that i've cared deeply about. thats it, no more outside/inside cats anymore. i went inside and sat on the couch and i'm bawling my eyes out(ha-ha, since i did so much of that last night my eyes are a little swollen) and my mom comes in to hug me and she says i can have her cat, i laughed and said no. it just didn't feel right to have a cat that was already claimed by someone. my dad say that any dog on our property is getting shot. we have had constant problems with the neighbor dog wondering onto out property and getting into out trash, but this has gone to far, damn things killed my best friend!(I know it seems cliche but really, he was my best friend) so today we're gonna give him a make-shift funeral and i gotta think as to where we're gonna put him.
btw, i'm writing this so it'll help me get over it, not for pitty really.

Ja Ne.