Yesterday at around 6.30am I accidentally woke up. Somehow I just had a feeling something was wrong. I went out of my room and went to the living room. I opened the sliding door and called out, "Tigerr!!'. A few seconds later, his bell rang and he came into the house and twirled around my legs. I fed him and watched him eat. Soon after he finishes his meal, he came to me and I played with him for a while. After a few minutes, I put him outside and went back to sleep. He's so small and cute. I don't mind playing with him all day.
When I woke up at around 12pm, my dad told me that tiger's dead. I was like,"WTF?!! What do you he's dead?" My dad told me that Tiger was knocked down by a car. I was devastated. According to my dad,at around 9am, he found tiger in the middle of the road, he was barely holding on to his life. Blood was gushing out his mouth and shaking here and there. My dad couldn't do anything and within a few seconds he was gone. My dad and brother buried him in the garden. I cannot believe it. I was just playing with him just a few hours before this incident happened. When my mom came back, she was really sad. I could see tears coming out while she stares out the sliding door where Tiger would usually be running here and there.
Tiger used to bring a lot of joy and laughter into my house and without him, the house seems really dull and gloomy. He would run here and there, jumping, grabbing and climbing here and there. Most of all, I'll miss our naps together. Tiger taught me something really valuable, which is never take things for granted, once they are gone,then there is no point in regretting. So people out there, do cherish your love ones, you'll never know, they might just disappear right in front of your eyes. Rest in peace Tiger. You'll always be a part of this family.
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