3 months ago, a cat found us, a month after my grandma died, he came into our garden, he was so skinny and scared of everything, but he was also so cute and friendly and looking for love
I’d sit with him for hours, just outside our house, my parents wouldn’t let him inside, they’d never let me keep a pet, not once my entire life, but i didn’t care. I named him anyway, I fed him, I brushed him, I cared for him, I protected him from the other neighbor cats and eventually, incredibly, we won them over. Gingerino finally had a home to call his own.
Today my beloved Gingerino was run over by a car, he barely made it inside our garden before he left us, I tried to reanimate him but there was nothing to be done.
I can’t explain how wrong It felt, to see his eyes go wide and body fall slack, to not feel him reacting to my touch, to not recoil at his feet being touched
I love him, my first cat. I loved him with everything I had, I bought every single toy, scratch post, feeding puzzle and catnip thing I could without draining my funds, I wanted to give him everything. I thought him tricks, he loved treats so much, and he was so smart, he learned so many.
Our family loved him, he was part of our family, and now he’s gone, and we’re lesser because of it.
I’ll miss him, so much. I’m not okay, I’m not gonna be okay anytime soon.
Please grandma, take care of him, I know you’ll love him as I do, he likes scratches under the chin, company and food, all food, but especially chicken.




























