Grandmother and cat

Grandma called and the voice hoarsely said: The cat is dead. For a moment, I stopped. The cat has been with her grandmother for many years, and she almost watched me grow up with her grandmother. When I was a child, I was still in my grandmother's house. The cat was always around the grandmother. I asked how to tease it. It was not annoying, and the temper was gentle, just like my grandmother in the year of the armor, honestly. Gentle... I grew up, went to school, got busy... I rarely went to my grandmother's house, but the cat is still there, no matter when I go, warm spring, cool summer, cool autumn or cold winter... it I have never left, have been with me, staying with my grandmother, and when I can't see it.

I still remember that when I was a child, my favorite thing was the grandmother's fried pumpkin group. Although it was delicious, it was very troublesome to blow up. Grandma pets me, glaring at me, always accommodating me to blow me up, I am going to move a small stool, sitting in the yard, like a puppy, greedily sniffing the overflowing sweetness Fragrant. The cat was lying on a rattan chair that would squeak, and occasionally looked up and looked at the grandmother behind the curtain, looming busy figure, or glanced at the small head that I couldn’t wait to shake. The amber scorpion sparkles with a strange emotion, maybe attachment? Maybe it is happy? The sun gives the white cat hair a faint golden color.

But it left, and this is normal. It counts as its age. It is also an old cat. It is a long life in the cat. But I can't accept this fact. Unconsciously, it has become a special existence in my heart. It is not just a cat in my heart. It has aura, humanity, and it has a negligible number with the grandmother.

It is dead, but it will live in a different way, in my heart, in my nostalgia, in my memory, always, alive...

Sixth grade: 灬 灬 灬