Warning for those who have a soft heart, I love animals, I am the one who wrote this, but yet I cried as I was typing this little tear jerker.

When I was just a mere baby a child saved me after my mother had been decapitated by a passing car, the ground was really warm but yet I stayed with her, trying to comfort her, I was her only remaining kitten. The child who gathered me from the puddle of red around my feet was nice, when I first met her anyway. Her parents didn't like me much apparently, they always threw me around, outside in the rain, and if I would meow for attention they would get very angry, the girl was my only friend. Her parents would not only hurt me, but they would hurt her. I would comfort her when she cried at night, I would climb up her to her second story window, up the tree, across the roof and into her arms where I slept at night. As I got older and grew up with her, she grew distant and very cold, I think she started to regret saving my paws from the strange, warm, grey ground sometimes, as she started to put me outside in the rain also, she started to close her window at night and she would see me outside the window just to close the curtains. Not long after she grew up to be a woman, I grew old, I knew my time was coming, I would die soon, but I didn't know It would be at the hands of the young girl I used to call my only friend, not after yet another kick I lay here tears in my eyes as she says two words on repeat, "Kitty cry, kitty cry."