There�s an incredible pain that stretches through 
your chest and the first thought that comes to 
mind is...�I�m dying�. Looking around you notice 
that all the ones who are present at this time are
walking away from your convulsing body and you�re 
left there alone. Minutes pass by and your breathing
becomes shallow...in your mind you are crying out
to be saved but the words never leave your mouth 
fully. A small hint of death passes before your 
eyes and all you want to think about is your past. 
The yard was once full of obstacles when you were
young  and now it is full of danger. At one time 
you played carelessly underneath the trees, seeing
bugs and squirrels pass before your eyes. Pouncing 
was grand fun and most the excitement was within 
the adventures into the woods behind your home. 
The trees were taller than you and no matter how 
hard to tried to climb them...you never succeeded 
into making it to the very top. 
As you remember, your mother never paid much attention 
to what you did. She had several other children to 
take care of and it didn�t matter whether you were
lost or at her side. You even preferred to be lost
beneath the front porch or in the ditches near the 
road where your imagination ran out. 
Looking back you remember the great times of your 
life and you understand how it might not be so bad 
to die. If the pain wasn�t so tremendously awful you 
would have chose this a long time ago. 
Your neck is immobile along with your arms and legs. 
The only thing you can do now is try to control the 
spasms of your nerves. You�ll find out the hard way 
that you can�t control them...no matter how hard 
you may want them to stop.
At last, they do stop, but so does your breathing 
and heart. You are finally released of the pain from 
both the world and from the accident. 
You leave too quickly, though, as a little girl 
runs to your side. She yells your name and tears 
stain her cheek as lifts you into her arms, but 
there is nothing she can do now. You are already gone. 
The girl forces herself to stop sobbing in order to 
tell her mother what had happened and how you died. 
The mother takes you and raps you in a small cloth 
and tells the child that they will bury you in the 
woods that you loved so much. 
Your mother doesn�t come to say goodbye and neither 
do your siblings, but the one who really took care 
of you was the little girl and she was there. 
Crying over your grave. Her mother was there too 
and while they walked back to the house she turned 
to her daughter and said, �don�t worry, honey, we�ll 
get you another kitten tomorrow.�