She fell but nobody knows. She turns cold, shivering in pain when my aunt touched her. She can't move. Almost paralyzed. 3am on friday morning, she was rushed to the hospital. At 6pm, I received a phone call from my brother and was told that she was okay.

Relieved.


She was the youngest of them 3, but why must she go first before the rest? I'm deeply saddened by the fact that she is gone now. She was the only cat that I play around with between the other 2. I am supposed to visit her today and see her get active, running around but she's gone.


I hope she rest in peace. I literally cried when I found out and I'm still teary when i think about her.