Everyone loses something in their life. It can be a family member, a friend, a pet, or just fall behind in something they care about. For this, let’s consider someone losing a pet they consider the member of the family. It was about 12 years ago when I was only 5 years old.
When I was younger, my mother had 5 cats, a dog, and 11 gerbils. Two of those cats we had, Marc and Franc, were brothers. Franc was the runt of the litter the two were born into, and never truly grew very large even at full size.
When I was 5 years old, Franc and Marc turned 7. Shortly after, Franc grew very sick and started refusing to eat. After a short while, there was a day we came home and found out the result of what happened. We walked into the house, and as usual Marc was there with our other cat Quarters meowing at us to welcome us home. Franc was laying down and we assumed he was asleep and didn’t feel like waking up, but when I went to pet him he didn’t react.
I didn’t understand at the time what had happened. When my dad told me Franc had died, I didn’t truly understand what that word really meant. When it sunk in, it was really difficult for me to get over for awhile, but it happened eventually.Â
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