Six monthes ago my cat lyle died. On Friday, my cat Ophelia died of a illness. It all started after one school afternoon. I was happy celebrating black history month. We had an assembly in the gym and had blacks from all around the state come and preform for us. My favorite was the AA dance. A school of black males. Their dance was hot. Even though I am white I admit that black people have a great sense of style and dance. Everytime I see black person their style is so gorgeous and elegant I am jealous. Their dances are wonderful. Although I am of a different stereotype I am the weirdest person in m school. I love hip-hop style, but I also love punk and goth. Technicaly speaking I love Urban clothing. I will have green hair and wear 80's fashion. Then I will have brown and black hair and wear jeans and a elegant black shirt. Anyway, it was a really great day for me. Afterschool me and my boyfriend went and got something to eat at subway which was own the street. Sharing jokes and memories. I was talking to him about what we would do near the end of the school year. Afterwords we went to dollartree then foodlion and then starbucks. Talking about the school year and what we were going to do. Around five pm I got picked up and then david came over to get his game and controler. He waited there for five minutes and then I heared a scream. "Whats wrong?!" then I heared my cat yowl in pain. Very similar to Lyle. "fuck. david get your ass in the car!" I ran around and got a fleece blanket and grabbed my cat from my mom. We ran to the car and drove david to the bus stop which was by my house. But sadly we had to get gas. "shit" I comforted my cat and began to tear up. "Not again... please lord" I began to pray. As soon as we got to the hospital they took her to the back and I called work. "I might be late" "How late?" "I don't know how long it will take" "Well I'm sorry Stephanie." "Thanks" I hung up and then went to the bathroom to pee. I cried my ass off and waited. Waiting. "Joyce will you please wait in this room" Me and my mother got up and went into the room. Bad memories. It was the same room Lyle died in. I was crying my heart out. I didn't care about my eyeliner. After 10 minutes the vet walked in. "We need to know. CPR or DNR?" My mom looked at me and choked on the words "DNR" I cried my eyes out. They carried her corpse into the room. And my mom held her. I kissed her and told her "I love you" After all she was 19 years old but it still broke my heart. A cat from my child hood... dead. We went home that night and I got ready for work and tried to clean up my face. It was still swollen and red. I fixed my make up and put on my work clothes and went to work. All night long it was hard to put on a smile for the customer when a family member had died. My brother came in later that night and he and with me. He walked in with Ming and his girlfriend. So yea the night went on. I got home and slept on the couch crying my eyes to sleep. Now the next day I went to buy fishnets for a fancy ballet that I went to. It was a great ballet but my thoughts constantly moved towards the sympathy of my dead cat. And now I am typing this up before I go to work. Everything else? Is mixed. Too much to type and I am sorry that I can not type it right now. -Poppingcherries. PS: I can't post a picture of my cat up right now. But I will when I return home.