Michael's Death Of A Dog-Personal Narrative

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One morning I woke up to go see my cat and then I see my mom sitting down right by where my cat had died. And she said to me “michael died”. I Got really sad because my cat was the first cat I have ever had at my mom's house. And after school sometimes when I got home to see that my cat was there to greet me at the door or sleeping by the window her favorite place to sleep when it's sunny and to go to her I stroke her fur, or sometimes pick her up and put her on my lap to pet her. Then I started to cry and I new that I would never see my cat again because she was gone forever. But then my sister came down and she said “where the cat?” We told her what happened and then she started to cry. So then the rest of that day I was very, very sad that

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