To Sleep

April 22, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

One of my dearest friends dyed [sic] today. Sampson, our cat. I know it will never be the same again. He was very sick before we had him put to sleep. I knew the time would come. Will Sam remember us where ever he is? I pray he is happy. Q seems to be blaming this on mom & dad, but hinting only. I cryed [sic] and cryed.

Sam, I love you.

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What a way to spend Earth Day.

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