I miss my cat. My mother had him since before I was born, and I freaking loved him. He was like my best friend for the first seven or eight years of my life. But since he wasn't behaving and neither was our other cat, we had to give him and that other cat to my father who doesn't live with us. I cried the night of this, I loved my cat and I wasn't ready to let him go. It gets worse. My fuckass stupid bitch of a father decided to sell this cat. Not the other one, the one I loved most. And now I'm never going to see him ever again. It's been years and I still can't stop thinking about him. I miss my childhood when I would play with him. It's been such a long time so he's probably dead, but I still wish I'll see him again one day. I just want him back. It's not even funny. Whenever I think about him for too long I break down sobbing. I still have a picture of me and him when I was little. It's my favorite picture and I cherish it since it's all I have left of him. His name was Moe.