I had a cat named Ellie, and me and him grew together like best friends. He is the most friendly and chill cat I had ever met. However, one day, the apartment we live in said that we could no longer have cats. We had two others at the time; Kitty (black tabby cat) and Chessie (gray and white spots, belongs to my grandma). So we had my Grandma move out and take Chessie with her, and me and my mom decided to give Ellie to a friend. I never saw here again, and the friend said that he ran away. I hope he was happy out there, and he's most likely dead because this was 2 years ago. Either way, I know I'm probably not going to see him again. And about Kitty, she was put to sleep a month later. I will miss all three of them (Chessie's alive, but with grandma), but I miss Ellie the most.
