My Best Friend

My best friend

Meshra was and always will be my best friend she knew what time to wake me every morning and when to call me to bed at 10 every night. She new when to keep me home from school when I was sick(by laying on my chest and not budging ), and if I didn't listen to here and push her off my chest I would come home just hours later and she give me the I told you so look. Meshra was all ways there to talk to and complain about my dad , and read Nancy Drew to. She was the only one who actually listen to my opeone and not argue that it was all wrong or faulted in anyway. She helped me pick out cloths to ware. She would remind me to take my make up off on long days when I was tired and didn't want to do it. As she got older she started get more quirky she always begged for water in the bath tub till her arthritis got bad then she wanted it down by the fire place, no matter how many quirks she had I had twice as many and if she taught me anything she taught me to be myself and do not hide from that. She passed away in September 2011i remember wanting to ask Lucy are vet for more time before we put her down but I told myself if I had more time it would just make it harder to let go I still have to tell myself that when I regret my dision not to ask. Soon after that I got super sick. The first week of being sick I'd always look for her to tell me to go or not to go to school that day, I reliesed a had to learn on my own. It's hard going to bed every night know she not there to talk to after a long day crammed in the house with my dad but with Oreo and Maddie (two of my other cats ) crying and howling the night away with me makes me feel not so alone in my grief, also after her passing I've notice my two other cats try as hard as they can to fill in the gap of what she used to do but they don't fully succeed. I know there never be another Meshra and I know I should be grateful for what my