I have wroten a short story about the death of Abby. Based on a true story, and how Abby died. Rest In Peace.

Abby lay on the deck, fidgeting and trying to get comfortable. At last she found a comfortable position, and she lay still on her back, her front paws tucked into her belly. The abyssinian let her heavy eyelids shut and she started the process of getting to sleep. Suddenly she heard something that got her jumping up, wide awake. It was the bark of a dog. More barks sounded in the back yard. Abby looked around, terrified. She jumped up onto a deck-chair and looked around once more. All of a sudden three big dogs burst out of the gate to the house, their eyes wild. Abby ran as fast as she could and leaped over the fence. She ran more and more until the barks died away. She swung her head around to see how far away thew house was. The house wasn't in sight. She had no idea where she was. She spotted the black smooth thing that the shiny fast metal things roared across. She decided to cross it, as she was sure that was the way. When she was in the middle of the road, she heard loud roaring. Extremely bright lights came into view and Abby squinted to see what was behind them. They were getting closer now, and she could make out the shape of a fast metal thing. She knew these were very dangerous and and she tried to scamper off the black smooth path. But she was too late. Abby felt a sudden pain burst in her side and she yowled in agony and flopped onto the ground. She felt the metal thing p*censored* over her and she tried to drag herself off the road huffing, mewing and extremely sore. Abby heard her owners calling her name and she tried to mew back, but nothing came out as she was too weak. She made one last effort to drag herself to the side of thew road, where she couldn't go any further. The flopped onto the ground and mewed in agony. She heard footsteps and felt something stroke her side gently. Everything was getting blurry as somebody lifted her limp head. Abby heaved one last painful breath and closed her eyes. She felt herself slowly drifting away and then everything was gone. Abby had died.

In memory of Abby, the loving abyssinian, who put up with everything I did when I was four to her. We all still love you Abby, and we miss you.

~De

I'm crying D;

That was so, sad. So.Sad.

 Aw, sowweh sona, I didn't mean to make you cry. D:

And that was the aim, to make it sad.

I had a cat, too.

Here his story:

http://www.rescreatu.com/forum/cat/arts/writing/ollie-the-tradgity-of-what-i-had-and-lost-/~page/1/

OMG that's so sad! I crys now...

My cat died in an almost identical scenario.......his name was Magic. He was a black cat and my best friend ever.

I know...

...Magic used to sneak into my bedroom at night and curl up beside me to sleep. I think that I might write a story in his honour.

Goat; it's okay. c: And that would be hard. ;c

Becky; Yes, maybe you should. <3