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08/08/08.

K bye.

My Best Friend

I came home one day from school, and my mom immediately told me, "go pet Midnight." What I didn't know was that something special that would last the next 17 years lay before me.

Imagine two kindred spirits. Two people just supposed to be around one another. That was Amber and I. There was just an attraction.

My lap. She loved it. If ever I sat in a chair and there wasn't a time she didn't try to climb in my lap, I can't remember it. I remember coming back from school, sitting in a chair for the first time in a long time, and instantly there was an orange furball in my lap.

Kindred.

She was never quite the same when Midnight died. They were soulmates. She lost a part of her that was too big to replace, and you could see it. She started to go downhill then, and try as we may, it couldn't be stopped.

She was always so proud. Even when the stroke took away half of her face, and her ears betrayed her sense of balance, you could still see it. Still see the pride. See it in the way she sat on her hind legs, looking. I didn't know if she could actually see anything, but she was still proud.

I got to see her one last time before she died. Like two old friends that knew this was it.

That's what sucks about growing up. Your childhood, your friends, the things you remember so vividly and with such fierceness all wither. Time always wins.

It isn't easy saying goodbye to a friend you've had for 17 years. It's never easy to say goodbye to someone that you love. And it's not easy to let go of a bond that you knew you had with someone, even though you've never exchanged a single, understood word.

At least she gets to go play with her soulmate again.

Goodbye kitty. I miss you.