Yes, I should of have written this journal a long time ago, but here it is.
His name was Alfonzo, we just call him either Alfie, or Fonzo. He was born April 24, 2008, and I got him July 4, 2008, so when I got him he was still a little cutie kitten.
This was him when we first got him.
He had a habit of going outside when someone went out.
The cause of his death was because when my mom was going to pick me up from school he would run real fast and get outside, and when my mom would get back from picking me up he would be at the door waiting for me and my mom, but not on December 12, 2008, the day of his death... He got out when my mom was picking me up from school, my teacher dismissed the class late and well when I got home I ask my mom "Where's Alfie?" she says I don't know, he should be at the door the time we got home.
Then I hurried out side with my sweater, finding him on the other road dead.. emo
I call my mom she comes out running and Alfie died in my mother's arms.
We burried him that night. with little toys around his grave. and I only had 5 months with him, and I know he's in a quiet place.
R.I.P, You'll never die in my heart.
heart His name was Alfonzo, we just call him either Alfie, or Fonzo. He was born April 24, 2008, and I got him July 4, 2008, so when I got him he was still a little cutie kitten.
This was him when we first got him.
He had a habit of going outside when someone went out.
The cause of his death was because when my mom was going to pick me up from school he would run real fast and get outside, and when my mom would get back from picking me up he would be at the door waiting for me and my mom, but not on December 12, 2008, the day of his death... He got out when my mom was picking me up from school, my teacher dismissed the class late and well when I got home I ask my mom "Where's Alfie?" she says I don't know, he should be at the door the time we got home.
Then I hurried out side with my sweater, finding him on the other road dead.. emo
I call my mom she comes out running and Alfie died in my mother's arms.
We burried him that night. with little toys around his grave. and I only had 5 months with him, and I know he's in a quiet place.
R.I.P, You'll never die in my heart.
It was a White Truck that killed him.. My friends dad even saw it. And then my friend told me.
ily. Lil' Kitty
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