Pineapple was 11 years old. He was getting old but you could still tell he had high spirits. I knew death was creeping up on him and I was already preparing myself for it. One morning, I woke up and couldn't find him anywhere.

"MOM! WHERE IS PINEAPPLE?!?" I shrieked as I ran down the stairs.

"He's right here" I heard Mom whisper in the living room. I walked in and saw Pineapple, in my mom's arm. She was cradling him. "Jade?" Mom said as she started to cry "I think it's time to let him go" She said, sobbing.

She handed my cat to me. I held him in my arms. He was light, considering the last time we weighed him he was 4 pounds. 30 minutes later Dad took Pineapple away from me.
"Jade, do you want to go to the vet with me?" He asked

"NO!" I screamed "I DON'T WANT HIM TO GO!" I started crying harder than ever. Nothing in my life has ever hurt this bad.

"But Jade, we have to. It will be better for him. He's gonna go to heaven and be with Cocoa." Mom said. Cocoa was a different cat who died three years before.

Ten minutes later, Dad came home. But I wasn't as sad as I thought I was supposed to be. Because I knew he was looking down on me.