I just found out my cat, Stormy, died yesterday. I was away at sleep away camp and just got back today. As I was getting picked up my mom told me he died in his sleep yesterday.
Stormy was very old, like 90 in cat years. He had been here even before I was, my whole life was with him. I loved him so much, even though he was a bit of a grump
My parents found him in a storm drain when he was just a kitten. My dad heard him mewing and they called the police to get the kitten out. It turned out he had climbed out by himself, and the police said we had to keep him. So we did. And because of his story, we named him Stormy He was so cute, I don't remember him as a kitten but what I heard was adorable. He used to sleep in the sink
. I used to pull his tail when I was a baby, poor cat. But he got over it.... evantually I had noticed he was getting skinnier and boney, but he did not act sickly, and he wasn't, just old. I didn't expect him to die, especially when I was away. He was the softest thing too, he was dark grey with two little bald spots above his eyes. He was also fat
.He was found in my basement, laying there with his eyes open. My sister went to pet him and noticed he wasn't moving. He had died peacefully in his sleep, and his eyes were only open because its a reflex thing I cant explain.
I miss him, I really do. I cried a lot, and I hope he's in a good place.
Rest in peace Stormy, I'll never forget you
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