I don't normaly write in the journal on here.. But for some reason I really think it would be good if I did today.. Today being sunday has been the end to the worst weekend of my life. My school had Friday off so my friends Mel and Sarra went to another school on Thursday (We also had a half day). Thursday went fine and I slept over at Sarras and spent all of Friday with her. Thats when my weekend went downhill. Saturday morning I had to wake up and leave my house at 7am to catch the 8:30 ferry. My family and I had to go over to the Island (Vancouver Island) for my Aunts funeral. I didnt cry however it was the most emotional service I have ever been to. I hate funerals their always really sad and I dont like saying goodbye to friends and loved ones. We went back to my Uncles house after the Ceremony. We stayed at his house late as did much of the family. We caught the 9 oclock ferry 4 hours later then expected. I got home at 11 30 and after a long emotional day I went straight to sleep. This morning I woke up at around 11 30 (I sleep late) and went to make my self some breakfast. My parents were looking every where for my cat Cleo. I didnt worry much because Cleo is a little scamp and she was proably outside catching some mice. As I was in the middle of making my breakfast my neighbor called. I gave the phone to my dad and went back to what I was doing. about five seconds later I heard my mom crying and saying no over and over again. I went into the hall and asked her what was wrong. All she could say was "Cleo" between the sobs. I asked if Cleo was alright and she said No. I got really acared and asked if Cleo was dead. When she shook her head I felt my world pause. The when I realized what she had said I just started bawling my eyes out. My Dad was in the other room talking to Daniel(neighbor). I knew it would hit my Dad really hard because Cleo was hhis favorite cat. I went into my room and laid down on my bed and just cried. My mom and dad went to go and get Cleo. It seems she had been hit by a car. I went and got Leah(cleos sister) and sat in my room hugging her and crying. I saw my parents coem down the stairs to my house and my dad was carryign Cleo in a plastic bag. Seeing the bag hit me hard because I knew she was in it. I could see the shape of her stiff body. My dad dug a hole where we burried all our animals (Emily my bunny, Emma my hamster, and a little bird we found one day) My mom go pink tissue paper and put it in the hole. We put a cork on top because Cleo always loved to play with them. Then we put her in. My dad ripped holes in teh bag so that the air could escape. In my mind it was so she could breath. I had some lillies and as I put them on top of her I pet her through one of the holes. Her fur wasnt as soft as it always was. As my dad was putting the dirt in to fill the hole we all started crying. It suddenly really REALLY hit us all at the same time. It was awful. When he was doen we just stood there and hugged each other. My panents went for a walk to clear their heads and I had a bath. I just couldnt stop crying. And I still can't. She was such an amazinf cat and she was so young(2 yrs 19 days) I feel kinda silly writing all this over a household pet. But My family and I love animals and she wasnt just a pet to us she was partt of the family. I dotn know how her sister Leah will do. They were best friends and were always together. Leah doesnt know yet but eventually she'll realize that Cleo isnt around any more. Looking at pictures of her is so hard right now. I remember last night when I got home. She was locked in my parents room. She was locked in there all day. When I open the door I picked her up and hugged her. But she wasnt in t wood for a cuddle so I put her down. Its makes me so sad to think that I didnt really get to say good bye or spend time with her recently. All I know is that she will stay in my heart forver. Cleo Tysoe Febuary 3 2002 - Febuary 22 2004 I'll miss you...