Remember little kitty? It's dead. It actually died three or four days after the previous post. I was going to bed late one night and I got a text message from River: "Tom, I think our cat is dying..." So I ran over to his room and, well, River was right. It was hardly breathing and felt very thin. It hardly responded to touch. By the morning, it was clear it was dead. In one of the more sad but funny moments of the past year, River said to me before first period, "Tom, it's really hard..."
"Cute" in Japanese.
We gave it a proper burial. In preparation, River dug the grave. He wore light blue dish-cleaning gloves and used a small spoon as a shovel. Another funny but sad moment of poor kitty's existence. We'll miss you, little guy.
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