Today was fine except at 11:19 pm. My mom's 16 year old cat, Shooie, just laid down and died in my room. She wasn't fully dead, but passing on. I shook her dying body and she didn't move. I stared into her open, lifeless eyes and nothing. Very disturbing... Like scarring almost.
My mom, who lives an hour away got to spend Shooie's last good day where she ate, and drank, and walked around happily. Me and my dad got to watch her suffer. She couldn't barely hear or see or walk.
I'm glad she died, because she was suffering.
Anyways enough about that. I am cheered up by watching Mulan. Ah, a nice, funny disney movie. Happy.