Shit day

[My imaginary friend is GOD]

I still remember the last cat I lost, Angel. She was having trouble eating, but if we fed her human food that she loved and sang to her we could coax her to eat most days. She fought for months. We had to take her in to get fluids regularly because she just wasn't drinking any of her water. Then one night, she just got in the tub and started rocking back and forth, and for the first time, it was like she was just done. She died that night at my parents' house while I was away at my apartment on campus. My parents held off telling me until finals week was over and froze her body so that I would be able to be there for her burial. She was the most graceful, elegant creature I've ever known. Even dead, she just looked so majestic and peaceful, like she had just curled up to go to sleep. She was the only one of our cats that would allow new people to touch her. Us humans weren't the only ones who grieved, either. One of the two cats kept sniffing the tub where she died for months, and the other would just go all over the house and scream. People who say cats don't have empathy are full of shit.