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By Mahreen Butt

Skipper was my pet cat. He was a beautiful Arabian cat. His fur was like velvet. He was white and had black spots. One was shaped as a heart.

Well you will be wondering why I called him Skipper well…. I called him skipper because he used to skip a lot or you could say jump a lot.

Skipper isn’t here anymore. Something happened to him. Some thing…… terrible….

It all started a year ago when my father woke me up 6:00 in the morning. "What is it!" I groaned " why did you wake me up dady?"

"Today we are going to buy you some indoor pets! But hurry up or else it will get hot outside….ya and aaa please wake your sister up." My father said.

I ran a shouted "WAKE UP LAZY BONES"

I went to the bathroom got dressed and waited for Nida. When she was ready we raced to the car. I won!!

It took us about an hour to reach there. I bought a rabbit named Wibbit, a hen named mad hen and two chicks. Nida bought two quails.

When we reached home, we brought our pets into the living room and here comes Skipper. I thought he would walk around the cages thinking about breakfast, lunch and dinner, but no he just sat there with his eyes closed. I was surprised that why he is so lazy today!
I told my dad that he was sick but my father just said he was lazy.

I went to my friend’s house an hour later. We had fun. We went to Mc’Donalds. We ate chocolates and drank coke. We played and played games. We also got stickers. It was one of the happiest days of my life.

When I came back home I inquired about Skipper. My dad broke the sad news that unfortunately skipper was no more.

I shouldn’t cry, this is an animal nothing else, but no this animal is different this animal is a cat . A cat that lived with me and gave me the felling like my own brother. This was not an animal this was a family member. I said to myself "I lost one of our family member", I couldn’t hold my tears !!

"Well there is no reason crying over spilt milk