Smoky the kitty was about a month old. She was sweet and fluffy, all black with blue eyes. Smoky was an explorer, and she toddled about the barn before she should have. She used to follow Jason around while he was doing chores.
Tonight, Smoky was behind a cow, in the aisle, when the cow stepped back, right onto Smoky. Jason tried to run around and save her, but he was too late. Tonight we are all sad for Smoky. We buried her in the back yard. We'll miss our little Smoky.
1 comment:
I'm sorry.
:(
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