Originally Posted by OhKay

Bobby

I had a cat I loved like that. His name was Stinky. When I would go to bed, I would lay on my back and he would lay down the length of my body with his head on my chest and purr me to sleep. When I would turn over, he would lay down by my feet. When my sister took in a stray my mother made them both outside cats, and Stinky good run over by a car and died next to our front steps trying to get home. I was 13 and had never cried so hard.