Tiger was in our family before I was born. I remember when I watched a movie when I was little once, I started hitting him, and then he scratched me pretty hard. Then, I hardly messed with him.



Then, in 3rd grade, he was my best pal. He would always sleep with me in bed, cuddle with me on the couch, and give me 100% love, all the time.



But after Christmas when I was in 5th grade, he acted different. He wouldn't eat, play, or do anything with anyone anymore. I pointed this out, and, it turned out he had cancer. So we had to put him down. And there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him.



There's a huge hole in my heart, but I understand it was better for him to go to a better place then stay on Earth and suffer.



Tiger, I love you so much, and I can't wait until 1 day, I can see you again.