That is me, I was 10 yrs old. With my two cats I had since birth, Tracie and Polly.
Tracie was my favourite, whenever I was sick she would know and come snuggle with me.
Polly is the big fluffy one, she was so silly, all she did was eat and sleep.
Polly died when I was 12, she got a brain tumor

I remember they scheduled to get her put down (or as dad put it "get the big green needle") and I had to leave for school. I sat with her for an hour crying 'cos I knew it'd be the last time I'd ever see her.
Tracie, well this was much more devastating. The year after, mum picked me up from swim practice. She told me Tracie had been attacked by a dog

Turns out some lady was walking her dog and Tracie was asleep in the front garden, it attacked her and left her half-dead. This was at 9am, my dad got home at 3:30pm, she was still half-alive. We had to get her put down. The lady said she checked on her every hour, wtf! Why not take her to the vet selfish bitch. I was so angry, my little Tracie was dead cos of this bitch lady and her dumb dog. Vet said she could have been saved too, if we got here there earlier.
Lady comes over and asks if cat is okay!? Can you believe it.
I'm still mad about it 10 years later, hehe
I miss my kitty
