When I was a kid, I used to visit my grandmother's place almost every day. They had two cats. One was Bingo, the other was Salem, and my family loved the two young cats, but soon there would only be Salem left.
You see, I was a cub scout and I was on the way to a den meeting. My mom and I were about half way there when we got the news. At that time, I just couldn't believe the cat was dead and I thought it was just a joke. But after my experiences, I knew the sad news was true. The next thing I couldn't believe was how sad I was that night.
When I got home, I went to my room to rest so I could clear my mind. When I woke, it was around 1 in the morning. I thought I was going to get up to get a snack, but what I got instead was a greeting from our little black and white friend, Bingo. (I would have preferred the snack more than seeing a ghost though.)
The next day, I told my parents what happened that night. My mom told me that she saw Bingo around 2 in the morning. That somehow made me feel better. I knew that Bingo wasn't trapped in this world, but he was just saying goodbye... Or was he?
Every once in a while I can still see him walk by or hear him scratching at the door in my house or in my grandmother's house. Sometimes I will feel him jump on my bed. He is still here and I have tried almost everything that will make him pass on but I can't. I want to help him, but I need help. Please tell me what to do!