Today I got some terrible news... I heard that my pet cat had passed away. I don't even know what was wrong. Yesterday he was perfectly fine until last night. He... I don't even know. He looked like he was in pain. He didn't have the same look in his eye anymore and he certainly wasn't himself. I mean he'd never stay in the same place if everyone in the house was standing around him. Eventually he stood up and hid behind the couch. He clearly wanted to be alone.

I had hoped he was only being a little sick or something and that he'd be alright. But alas... I woke up this morning, and my mom broke the news to me. At first I couldn't believe it, but then the reality of it started to set in... Yet it still felt so unreal.

When I went to go see him, my dad was placing him in a box. I was terrified, seeing him so stiff and motionless... My parents wrapped him in a towel he used to sometimes sleep on. I crouched down to touch him... It was simply horrific... His body feeling so cold and void of life... I didn't want any of this to be real...

His name was Anakin. Yes, we named him after the Star Wars character, my brother's idea. But he was a Roofwalker, not a Skywalker. He was the friendliest cat I had ever known. I always looked forward to returning from school, because he'd always greet me with a friendly meow. He was really like a friend to me... He used to sit around whenever we ate in the living room, waiting for one of us to give him a little piece of meat or something. He'd sometimes even lightly poke you on the leg with his paw to get your attention.

We all loved him. Even my friend who doesn't normally like cats thought Anakin was the most awesome feline in the world.

I'm really gonna miss him...