Sábado 3 Dez 2011, 21h:45

Gabby probably won't make it through the night.
I don't know what I'm going to do when she's gone.
She sleeps with me every night.
She gets up in the morning and sits in the bathroom when I shower.
She follows me when I go into the kitchen.
Then when I go to school she sleeps in my bed all day until I come back.
Then when I get back I lay down and she lays on my chest, and falls asleep.
Even now she's sitting in my lap and has her chin resting on my arm.
Fuck.
What am I going to do without her.
She keeps me sane on days like this.
When I spend the entire day alone.
She's my best friend.
I saw her being born.
She was the runt and we took her brother and I knew I had to take her home, too.
I remember when she was just a kitten and when we got her home we gave her and her brother a flea bath and she was so little and had so many little ticks and fleas on her.
I had a box and cut out a door and windows and wrote 'Gabby's House' on the front and she would sleep in there.
She used to always play with a football toy and she'd always chase my feet under the covers and she's always roll over and stare at me and meow if she wanted attention.
She used to weigh 23 pounds.

She only weighs 6 pounds now.
I can feel every bone on her body.
The vet says it's probably cancer.
Fuck.
Please don't die on me, Gabby.
I don't know what I'll do without you.

She's all I have in this town.