I was very lonely in our little apartment in Rexburg. I was having a hard time finding a job and Thomas was at work all the time so he bought me a baby kitty that we named Jackson. He was like a dog. Im not a cat person but I really loved this little guy. He was my pal and kept me company all day.
One day Thomas was playing with Jackson and he got hurt. We think maybe he broke his little pelvic bone. After that he stopped eating and before we could get him to the vet, the poor little guy passed away. It broke my heart. I cried for days and Thomas blamed himself for the longest time. I'll never forget our first kitty.
