Today, June 24, 2019 at 5:40 pm.

I lost my friend who has been with me for two years.

Two years ago, I passed by me at a farmer and vegetable market and spent ten yuan to buy you.

Two years later, you twitched in my arms.

In my heart, I feel something is missing.

From the discovery of vomiting on the 16th, to the immediate hospitalization, to the time when all the royalties were spent three days later, I borrowed money until this afternoon, but it still couldn't survive.

Cat plague, a very terrible disease.

I really want to save it, and I know that it really wants to live.

It once looked at me with tears in his eyes, and would gently come over to rub me before the condition worsened.

On the third day, it would still meow at meowing me, which once gave me great hope.

Until this afternoon, the rapid and faint breathing sounds, until the final pain, were vividly remembered.

Maybe someone would complain: "Isn't it just a cat?"

But I want to say that I send this single chapter without asking for sympathy from anyone, nor do I sell it as a pity.

I just hope that it can remain in a single chapter of my novel.

After all, during my boring time every day, most of the time I write, it is with me at my computer desk and lying on my mouse pad.

My favorite cat "Huahua", I hope heaven will be free from illness.
Chapter completed!