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My Diary

Good Night, Sweet Prince

On the morning of Saturday, December 29, 2007, my neighbor knocked on my door to tell me that Prince was laying in the yard by the street. I had let him out on Friday afternoon, it became cold and rainy, and he didn't return home. When I heard the knock, I knew he was gone.
A careless driver had hit and left him to die. I picked up his cold little body and took him inside. My other kitties sniffed at the body. Jack, my big Fluffy Monster, Prince's best friend and playmate, licked at his paws. My neighbor later told me that my wild boy, my black velvety Mesmer (who was an outside cat until that day; he has since been taken inside and not allowed out) had been by the body and ran to the house and back to the body.
I called my friend. She came over and we took Prince to her property. Using two shovels, we dug in the drizzle of the gray morning and buried him. A metal heart with ribbons, really just a pot sticker, was used to mark his grave.
I will never forgive myself for not going out that evening and hunting for him, for going to bed without my precious baby inside. I'm so sorry, my Little Prince. Now there is no friend for Jack to play with, no grooming mate for Pi, no one to sleep beside me on my pillow.