User blog:Happywolfpuppy/Faded Baby

I used to live somewhere else. Everytime you went into the neighborhood, you'd see a couple purple trees. I don't know why, but I really loved them. The stayed purple through the summer, winter, and storms. Then one day, some lady was driving past them. She drove too close and got her car scratched. She complained to the caretaker of the trees.

They cut the trees down.

All of them.

For some reason, I miss them. I know they're just purple trees, but they have been there for my whole life until now, so I'm pretty depresed.

My Piano Teacher had a pet cat named Baby. He was 17 years old. Well, he's also been there as long as I've lived. He is a grey tom with black stripes and a white underbelly. Baby was deaf. He would cuddle up to you and beg to be hugged. He never bit or scratched. He was the sweetest cat I had ever met. Then one day, he somehow had gotten, like, 10000000000 tumors around his body. He had trouble walking, he wouldn't eat, and he started smelling like he was dead already. He was unearthly cold, but he was alive. He could barely breath. Still, he could, for some reason, jump up onto the couch and beg for attention.

My Piano teacher put him up on the piano, and he liked it,  He loved the vibrations. He closed his eyes and took a nap. He was still dead-cold.

Baby then tried to get to the litterbox, but he couldn't. He lay down on the rug and died.

My Teacher said that she kissed him, but no matter how many ksses she gave, he wouldn't wake up.

Maybe she was exaggerating a little, but the last time I saw Baby, he was exactly like what she described him to be.

Oh well.

Oh well.