So this is going to be my first story I have ever submitted.
When I was 5 I got my first cat. It was a black and white cat and was very loyal, kind, trustworthy and it never scratched anyone. Ever. It was a male and I always feared that one day its tiny heart would beat no more.
One day as I came back from school, (was in 2009) I was looking for Patch, (my cats name), to give him a feed, groom and cuddle. I searched and searched and I still couldn't find him. I even rattled his food box for him to come because he always comes when he hears his food box rattling. Days passed, then weeks, then months until...
My dad is a renovator and he was fixing something under the house. When he opened the little door we smelt a smell that smelt like a rotting cat body. He went under the house and found what was a cat's bones. It was Patch.
I was crying my heart out for weeks. But... When I was crying, I felt what was like a cat rubbing on my legs. I looked at my legs but there was nothing there. I would also see Patch's ghost and he would always come toward me and rub on me and dissapear.
This doesn't happen anymore, only on Patch's birthday or when I am feeling really sad. Also my dog (who loved Patch and on cold nights used to lay in the same basket), always makes a happy yapping noise on Patch's birthday. The same noise she used to make when Patch was around.
Thankyou for reading my story and I am going to submit another story called "The New House".