Today I've lost my kitten. He is not just a kitten to me but is a family member that was loved. I love you JoJo
He fell from the 14th storey. I was frantically searching for him around the house. He will always appear whenever I call his name or shake his food box. But tonight, no signs of him. My instinct was to look down from my window and from the 14th floor, I could make out a shape of a cat lying. My worst fear began to cling to my very soul. I called out my younger sisters and we rush downstairs. I was still hoping that the thing that I saw from my apartment is not JoJo and maybe it's just a piece of plastic bag.
All hopes are dashed when I reached the site. My heart jumped to my throat. It was Jojo. Lying on the floor staring blankly at me. How I wished he would blinked at me at mew. His sweet cries of mew whenever he wants his food.
I called my mum. Crying. She rushed home. I couldn't find the courage to pick up JoJo's dead body. I still couldn't accept his fate. When my mum reached, we carry him home. My mum, 2 younger sisters and I were all crying. We carry him home.
We decided to bury his body near the site where he died, beside a tree. We wrap his body with a white clothe of mine, dig a small grave for him. We kiss him our final goodbyes and bury him.
Oh, JoJo. Why did you have to leave me so early when I just got you? You know I will always love you, right? I hope you have a safe journey up there beside Allah. I hope to meet you in the future at the gates of Heaven. I love you JoJo. I love you my dear brother-kitten.
