*Sigh* Gypsy was an old cat and when I woke up on the 19th my mom said, "Dad just saw Gypsy fall over, he is very skinny, he is 22 years old that is a long time in cat years, I don't want him to suffer anymore. Dad is taking him to be put to sleep."

So it happened Gypsy got put to sleep, I miss that old cat, we used to joke and say he came with our house (cuase he kinda did). We burried him in our backyard and even our dog cried during the funeral, OUR DOG. And as we put him in his hole to be burried I took one last look at him and relized two things: 1: He was being burried right next to another good cat of ours who died long ago: Macy, 2: He looked like he always acted and felt, ferocious. He had a tooth pointing out of the side of his mouth, making him look like a saber-tooth tiger. Alas I shall miss him and I hope he is up in Heaven, with God. But here is where things get intresting, my dad saw this cat that was young and it looked like Gypsy when he was younger, and when dad tryed to chase it the cat dissapered, we think it was Gypsy's spirit. Alas it is late now and I need to sleep, so I will say one last thing and go:

Goodbye Gypsy I miss you!