I once had a kitty. He was a pretty and sweet kitty that liked to play outside. The kitty was living with my mom and he was a happy kitty. All the naighbours and kids loved the kitty. One day, the kitty went out to play and met a new dog. The kitty was weary of dogs, but he wasn't scared of them. He was a sweet kitty. The dog, however, did not like kitties, so instead of scaring the kitty away, he ripped it apart.

Once I had a kitty, and then the kitty died and no matter how much I cried, kitty was never coming back again. But the mean dog was still there, even though kitty was gone.
Unknown "*Black Angel**" Sad - 17 years, 6 days ago