I had a best friend, her name was Reggie.

I loved her though, she could be smelly. 

But when I cried, she was always there.

Her gaze was on me not wondering in the air.

Her eyes said it all. They said, "Stop crying! You know better"

And suddenly, I would feel my strength get greater.

She was annoying, but I'm sure I was, too.

She sat on top of my text books.

I forgot to feed her food.

She scratched up my art

but she also scratched up my enemies. 

Each time I forgave her, and she forgave me, thankfully. 

But some people weren't so meriful.

See, Reggi was a trouble maker.

Having Reggie around, others weren't so grateful.

And so, while I was showering, I let them take her. 

She's now somewhere foregin. 

In a situation foregin. 

Locked up in my room for seven hours now- mourning. 

I have lost my best friend, Reggie.

She was almost a 3-year-old kitty. 

No one else cries but me.

My eyes are permently puffy.

I can't eat or move, how will I sleep?

Because last night, in my bed, both our eyelids got heavy. 

I didn't know it was going to be my last night with Reggie.