Myrtle, My Beloved Friend and Companion by @marymill (Mary Miller)

April 22nd 2001, the day my life, as i knew it, was changed forever... This may sound stupid, but this is how i really feel...

Myrtle was my best friend, ever since i was a kindergartener (sp?) She was my best and only friend. We grew up with eachother, our friendship was inseperable. She loved me like no one else has... she protected me, and watched over me, and made me feel loved. Around 1998 or so i noticed a lump on her tummy, i guess she had kitty breast cancer because she had never had kittens and we had never gotten her spayed. I begged, and begged my mom to get her to the vet to get it examined... "I'll call tomarrow" She said, but tomarrow never came... Soon she yelled at me for asking her to take Myrtle to the vet... she never went... the lump grew, and grew, then it shrunk a bit, then it turned into a big lump, about the size of a slice of an orange. I was so worried about her, she was my best friend... soon she grew thin, she wouldnt eat. I cried thinking of the pain she was in... its like walking next to your best friend as they crawl along a hot desert, they have no water, they have no food, you just sit there and literally watch them die... its a horrible feeling... i wish it upon no one... Arounf March 31, 2001 i had to go to the east coast for a school trip. I didnt want to go because i didnt want her to die while i was away... i went anyways. When i came home she was still alive, but not all that healthy... She was so thin... it hurt to look at her as she limped around the room... The morning of April 22nd, 2001 rolled around... i came home from the ranch at around 10:00 or so... i came up into my room and looked into it, Myrtle was asleep on the bed. i called her, yet there was no reply... i inched toward the bed, praying that i could see  her back move, and know she was breathing... i crawled onto the bed, and looked to her, she was sleeping so soundly on my pillow, looking towards the window... i looked to her face, and there she was... asleep, with her eyes open... mortified i sat up and walked downstairs... i sat there in the den, nearly in tears, my mom asked.. "whats wrong?" i burst out and said "she's gone..." she yelled for my dad and i cried, allot... she told me not to go back upstairs, but i went anyways and picked her up and carried her down, my dad was going to throw her out, but i wouldnt allow it... she is buried in my backyard now. i miss her still to this day...

She benifited me more than i thought... she is the sould reason that i am a Christian... you see, i prayed for her every night for 2 years, it became a habit for me to pray at night, and it stuck with me, now i pray for others and i continue to praise God for giving her to me. i know her soul purpose now, she has benefited me more than i thought...

Its nearly a year now, and i decided to draw a pic of her, i thank TheKat204 for drawing one of her too, she has also been a great friend to me.

Artwork © Copyright 2002 Mary Miller