This,is about my pet kitten tiger who sadly passed away (or not). This is the whole story.

It was a normal day until at exactly 6:30pm my mom opens the door and he runs out. I try running after him but he’s already gone. The next day we notice that he’s stuck on my neighbors tree. I was gonna go ask my neighbors but my sister wouldn’t let me.so then I just started overthinking. But that day at 7:48pm we notice a big thing walking and tiger was not that big. I was really worried about it so then I just went to sleep a few minutes later. Then the next day we see that he’s gone. We look around the whole neighborhood but nothing. He’s still missing to this day and I’m still crying,shaking,and getting flashbacks and can’t forget about it. I really hope I get to see him one last time. Just one last time.

(PS:one time I picked him up and told him:”I want you to grow up with up me and that we are never going to separate.”) I still look out for him and seeing an orange cat just makes me tear up and smile.