Whitey

by monsterofthesea

Whitey came to us by sea. Or over the sea. I was six. The family that gave her to us saw her clinging on to a jetty with half her body in water. Last time I saw her, I was 21. I was on my way to school. She was breathing very faintly under a bench full of shoes. My father said she waited for me, managed to get to the door of my room, before the vet finally arrived to put her to sleep. I still call my other cats by her name sometimes.

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