When I came back from school that day, I felt as though something was missing. It was after a while I realized that my cat, Paws hadn’t come bounding towards me when I had come home. Nor had he been circling my legs during lunch hoping for some scraps. I wondered what new mischief he was up to as I settled down to watch television. I knew he would be back in a while, cuddling next to me.
When two hours had gone by and there was still no sign of Paws, I asked my mother if she had seen him. She said she hadn’t seen him since morning when he had climbed out through an open window. I headed outside to look for him. He was nowhere to be seen. Just as I was about to go over to my neighbours’ garden, I spotted his black tail behind a guava tree. Even though I was relieved to have found him, I marched over to him to give him a piece of my mind for making me worry so much. It was only when I reached the tree that I realized his tail wasn’t moving. In fact Paws didn’t even move a muscle as I reached him. No running towards me, no meowing with happiness to see me. His usually sparkling green eyes remained closed.
I gently nudged Paws but I didn’t get any response. I held Paws in my arms and brought him into the house where my parents told me that he was dead. Tears streamed down my face as I hugged his lifeless body. I had been away at school when Paws must have died unnoticed behind the guava tree. I wish I had been with Paws when he died but most of all I hoped he died a painless death. I felt as though I had lost a very dear friend. Paws used to follow me around the house all day. Whenever I watched television or read a book he would jump into my lap so I could stroke his soft fur.
Tears came into my eyes as I realized I would no longer come home to Paws. I would no longer be able to watch in amusement as he chased birds in our garden but was never able to catch one. Nevertheless, he would return from his escapades with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. I brushed aside my tears as I looked at a photograph of paws in our garden; his gemstone green eyes staring at the camera. I hoped he was in heaven chasing birds to his heart’s content.