Tabitha is gone!

I had a little cat named Tabitha and she slept in my outside room. Fed her when I could, but everyday Tabitha came running for whatever scraps I would leave. She always loved me. I would call her everyday and she would come running up to me, so sleepy that she could not keep her eyes open. She just was always there.

On the way to town, I saw little Tabitha asleep by the garbage container. I went to wake her up to go home. Tabitha's eyes were very glossy and her body was still warm. I guess she got hit by a car. I cried out for all the neighbors to come running as my little Tabitha had died. One mean woman just laughed when I presented Tabitha's body, the others ones just cried too.

I am going to prepare a grave for little Tabitha and I cry. Not a good day for me.

Sara Tweet