Tomorrow it will be a week since my cat died. I miss him so much. </3 He was my first best friend. Mr.Puffy will always hold a special place in my heart. I had him for 14 years last month. I got him when I was 2. My mom had found a cat at the Food City parking lot and took him home for me. He got run over a little later. The next day or a few days after, one of my dads co workers found some kittens and brought them to work. Mr.Puffy was the only furry one. Everyone was fighting over who would get him. My dad was like "Hold on a second. My daughters cat just died." and everyone backed away. So my dad brought home a furry gray kitten. We thought he was a girl so I named him Puffy because my grandma had a cat named Fluffy who was gray and long haired. Well a little later we found out that "she" was a he. And that's how he got the Mr. at the beginning of his name. It feels way longer then a week. It feels like I have lived my while life twice since I last saw him. I guess that's what happens when you realize you can never see something you love dearly ever again.