Sarah

She was cute and very odd looking. For one thing, she was a torbie-- a tortoiseshell with patches of tabby. On top of that, she was a polydactyl, with 7 toes on each of her front paws. When she reached maturity, she was unusually small.

We where late to spay her and she had two kittens before she was one year old. We found homes for both kittens.

For the longest time, Sarah just did her own thing. She was very shy, and spent most of her time outside or hiding. She didn't get along with Nicky, our other cat.

When I was in sixth grade, I became close friends with Sarah. She'd always been there, but she was also always in the background, she played no important part in my life. Now she became very important to me, she became my cat.

I was suddenly a teenager and I didn't know what to do with myself.I never had many friends in school, or anywhere else for that matter. At the time I didn't have any hobbies, or close ties to my family. It was a hard time... but Sarah was there.

Sarah was like a pet, a child, a best friend, and a sister all in one. She was very affectionate, and considered my room to be a safe haven. I would stay up all night reading a book with Sarah cuddling next to me, or sometimes, curled up asleep on my chest.

Sarah died in March 8th, 1999, of unknown reasons. She was lying on the floor like she was asleep. She wasn't old or sick or injured.

Her life was a good one, and it didn't look like she was in pain when she died. I regret that her life was so short and that most of that time I didn't know her.

I miss her a lot, but still thankful for the time we did have.