9/11

It's a sad day today. September eleventh. Almost 10 years since that day so long ago... and today I experienced death first-hand. 


We came downstairs today to find him lying under the table. He didn't move when we touched him, even though he is very sensitive to touch. He had severe heart desease. We knew he would die, but when was unknown. Just yesterday he was alive and well. He had the happiest life possible. At least he died quickly, painlessly, and we have so many good memories. Like how he had such a high pitched meow, or always cuddled when you were in bed. Yes, he was a cat. But he was a member of our family. My best friend. This is the only death in my direct family. The other deaths I've had were very sad but they lived their life and I didn't know them very well. Misty (yes, it's a girls name, but that is his name) was only four. 


And now that I know that every person means something to someone else, every person is missed, I want to say to the 2,996 in 9/11 that died and the countless others who were injured, either emotionally or physically by it, that you people are strong. You will always go on in history. You will always be remembered.


Long live the 9/11 victims, and long live Misty. 


-Sahara