I got off work a little early, so I walked home instead of taking the bus. I didn't feel like waiting for almost an hour for my usual bus to come. My bus has a strange route, it stops by the same spot once every two hours. I don't know why they did it that way, but I wish they wouldn't. But, I didn't mind walking, it was a nice day out. I walked by this little hardware store that I used to go to when I was a kid. I remember my grandpa taking me there to buy stuff. He was the kind of guy who was always working on something. If he didn't need nails, it was screws that he needed. When we used to walk in the door, everyone could talk to him and call him by name. Every now and then I go in and talk to the old man who runs the place. He always talked about my grandpa and how nice of a guy he was. I miss him a lot, going back to that hardware store makes me feel like he is still around.

I walked up to my porch and realized that the kitchen window was open. My heart starting pounding, the only thing I could think of was someone broke into my house. I always carry a little pocket knife in my purse, it isn't safe being a woman these days. I pulled my pocket knife and I walked up to my door. I looked around but I didn't notice anything different. I put my key in the door and unlocked it really fast. I pushed the door open as fast as I could. That way if someone was in there, I would have startled them. I held my knife tight as I looked around inside my house. No one was there, I searched and searched, but I didn't see anyone.

I sat down in my chair and realized that I opened the kitchen window while I was making breakfast. It was hot in my place and I wanted to cool it down. I felt like such a fool, walking into my place with a knife and all that. But, you never know when something like that happens. There could have been someone in there that was stealing my stuff, or worse, wanted to hurt me. I know every now and then I read about stuff like this in the newspaper.

When I get home from work, I always feed my cat Henry. I got so worked up that I forgot to feed him. I put some food in his bowl and looked around for him.

I didn't see him anywhere in my house. I know that he would have been right at the bowl when I fed him. I knew something was up, he was no where to be found.

"Henry, mom's home and put some food in your bowl," I said looking around.

I still couldn't find him anywhere. I was starting to get worried. I then realized that maybe he got out through the open window. I went outside and closed the door behind me. I looked around my yard, but I didn't see him anywhere.

"Henry, where are you?" I yelled as I looked for him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something in the road. At first I thought that it was just trash, but after looking again, I knew it wasn't good. I walked over there trying to tell myself that Henry wasn't laying in the road dead. I walked up to the thing in the road and I realized that it was Henry. I was so shocked that I didn't even move, I didn't even want to breathe. If I had only closed the fucking window before I left for work. If I had only done that, Henry would be alive and not splattered all over the road.

"Henry!!!" I yelled out crying.

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I was trying to keep myself together, but I couldn't. Henry was the best cat that I have ever owned. Henry was like a child to me. I took care of him and fed him, I even talked to him. I couldn't help but think if he suffered or not. I hoped that he didn't get hit and die later on. I just wanted him to go without feeling any pain. I stood and cried as I looked at Henry. He looked so sad, as he laid there dead.

"What's wrong?" Danny my neighbor asked when he saw that I was crying.

"Henry got hit by a car," I said crying.

"That's too bad, I'm so sorry," Danny said as he gave me a hug.

I held on to Danny and I cried my eyes out. Danny has been my neighbor for at least two years and I know he is a cat lover. Danny has had a cat ever since I've known him. He is such a nice and caring man. All men who are cat lovers are. Cat lovers are a breed of our own, we aren't like most people. We understand what our cats mean to us, how they are part of our lives. Cats think just like people do, if not more than what people do. I always thought that Henry was the smartest cat that I have ever known.

"Don't you run over Henry!" I said pointing my finger at a car that ran over Henry.

"I think we should do something to get Henry off of the road," Danny said as he hugged me.

"I know, but I can't do it. I can't touch Henry now that he's dead," I said sobbing.

"I'll do it, let me go get something to put him in," Danny said as he let me go.

I still held on to him, even though he let me go. I then let him go, so he could find something to put Henry in. I didn't want Henry to get ran over any more. I don't think I could have handled seeing that happen again.

"Why don't you go over on the porch while I put Henry in this shoe box? That way you don't have to watch me do it," Danny said as he walked over to Henry with a shoe box in his hand.

I walked over on my porch and I turned my head. Every now and then I would look over to see what he was doing. I tried not to look at Henry, but I didn't have a choice. I needed to know what was happening to him. I'm glad that Danny was there to help me out. He knew how to handle a situation like this.

"Where do you want me to put him?" Danny asked as he walked over with the shoe box that now held Henry.

"I don't know, I don't have anywhere to burry him," I said as I started to cry again.

"I have a friend that lives out in the country. He let's me burry my cats out there when they die. Would you like me to ask him if it would be okay to burry Henry out there?" Danny asked.

"Will I be able to visit Henry out there?" I asked.

"Sure, you can visit him any time you like. It is a little graveyard for pets. My friend is a pet lover too and he allows people to burry their pets there," Danny explained.

"That sounds like a good idea to me, but I don't drive," I said as I dried my tears on my shirt sleeve.

"That's okay, we can take my car." Danny said as he walked off of my porch.

Everything was happening so fast. First Henry was dead and now we were going to put him in the ground. I wish that he hadn't got ran over, because I would have liked to hold him. I know that sounds gross, but I really loved this cat. Henry was everything to me, he was my reason for living. I've never had a pet that acted like Henry did and I probably never will again.

I got in Danny's car and we drove to his friend's house. We drove for at least a half hour, if not longer. I couldn't get it out of my head that Henry was dead and in the back of the car. I felt bad that I didn't have a funeral for him, but I'm not sure how I would have done such a thing. I'm sure my friends and family wouldn't have came to pay their final respects. People just don't understand us cat lovers, they really don't. I would go to a funeral for a friend's cat if it died. But, the rest of the world can't be bothered by something silly as a cat.

"We're here." Danny said as we pulled off the side of the road.

I thought that this place was going to be a house and behind it was the dead pets, but it wasn't that way. There were white crosses scattered all over a field. It really was a graveyard for pets, I was kind of shocked. This was exactly the kind of place that I would have wanted Henry to be buried in. He would be out here with the other animals. I'm sure this is the kind of place where he would have wanted to be buried also.

"There is a shovel over there in the shed, can you go get it and also get one white cross?" Danny asked.

I knew why he asked me to do it, because he didn't want to ask me to hold the box Henry was in. He understood that if I held onto that box, I would have lost it. Danny is such a cat man, I'm telling you. I've never thought of Danny as a man that I would like to date, but I was starting to think differently of him. I always thought that he was gay, to tell the truth. I've never seen any women going to or from his house. Maybe his is the kind of guy who likes to be alone with his cats. After all, I'm that type of woman.

"Where do you want to burry Henry?" Danny asked.

"How about he do it in the back? Over there by the tree." I said while pointing.

"Okay, bring the shovel and the cross and we can get right on it." Danny said.

We walked under the tree and I looked at Danny and then I looked down at the box. I wasn't sure what to do next. I didn't feel that it was right to burry Henry without having some kind of service. Henry did spend two of the best years of my life with me. His friendship had a value that I can't even begin to think how much it was worth in dollars.

"Do you mind if we have a little service for Henry? I want to say a few words before we burry him," I said wiping a tear from my eye.

"Sure, I'll put the box down so we can have a funeral service," Danny said as he laid the box next to the tree.

"Henry, if you can hear me, I have some things I would like to tell you. I'm sorry that I left the window open, I never meant for you to get out. I would give my right hand for you to be alive. You were the most important thing in my life, I really mean that. From the day you were a kitten, I have always loved you. There will never be another cat that will replace you in my heart. I hope you are in a better world now, a world where there is plenty of catnip and balls of yarn to chase." I said as I cried.

Danny held on to me as I led Henry's service. Most people would have felt that it was stupid to say those things, but not Danny. He knew that I was hurting inside and he was there for me. Danny moved the box and he dug a hole to put it in. Danny looked down at the hole and he looked up at me. I thought he was going to cry.

"Do you want me to put the box in the hole or do you want to do it?" Danny said as he held back his tears.

"I need to do it, I need to do it for Henry," I said as I picked up the box.

This was the first time I held the box that Henry was in. Henry didn't feel as heavy as he normally did. All I could think about was how his guts were on someone's car tires. That made me sick to think about it, but that was the only way I could explain to myself why he was so light. I looked at Danny and he looked down at the box. Danny started crying and I let loose. I couldn't hold back as I watched Danny cry.

"You were such a good cat," Danny said crying.

I walked over to the hole and I put Henry in it. I cried like a baby that needed a bottle of milk. I didn't know what else to do. I just stood there and cried.

"I'll miss you so much Henry. I'll think about you every day that I live. I want you to know that I loved you more than life," I said as I knelt down near the box.

"It's time that we lay you to rest. I hope you can visit me again some time, maybe in my dreams," I said as I walked away from the hole.

"I loved you Henry, I loved you with everything in me," I said as I turned away crying.

Danny then started to put dirt on top of Henry's box. I could tell he was crying, but was trying to hide it from me. He was feeling just as bad as I was. Well, maybe not as bad, but he was pretty choked up about all of this. After he filled the hole with dirt I put the white cross at the top of the grave. I said a few more things and we left for his car. I was so upset that my whole body shook. I wanted to go back and dig up Henry. I wanted to dig him up to make sure that he was dead. But, I knew in my heart he was dead. I was just trying to make myself feel better about it, to distract my mind from thinking about Henry.

I sat in Danny's car and I lost it. I started crying so hard that I couldn't stop. Every now and then I would yell out curse words, cursing the fact that Henry had to die. Not only was it that he had to die, but the way that he died. Then, I started to feel guilt. It was like the whole grieving process was sped up. I was feel guilt and anger because I could have prevented his death. If it wasn't for me, Henry would still be alive today. I couldn't get that though out of my head.

"I know this is a hard time for you. You need to make sure that you take care of yourself," Danny said as he put his arm around me.

If it was any other man, I would have thought they were trying to hit on me. I would have felt they were trying to take advantage of me. I didn't feel that way about Danny, I knew that he was looking out for me.

"I don't know what I would do right now if it wasn't for you," I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

"I've had cats that died, I know how you feel," Danny said as he wiped away a tear.

I held on to Danny and he held onto me. We were both crying holding on to each other. We were both feeling pain over the death of Henry. I kissed Danny again on the cheek, I don't know why I did. I think it was because I wanted to feel close to him, I needed to feel close to someone. I held onto him more as I cried, I wanted to say something, but I wasn't sure what to say. I had a hundred different feelings going through my mind at one time.

"I can't thank you enough," I said as I kissed him again.

"You don't have to thank me, I know what it's like to loose a cat that you love," Danny said as he held onto me.

I was starting to feel a bond with Danny, something that was very powerful. I wanted to kiss him on the lips, but I wasn't sure how he would react. I know that some people fall in love with someone that helps them. I've heard all kinds of stories about soldiers falling in love with nurses who take care of them. But, I never thought that something like this would bring on feelings like that. But, I was starting to have those kind of feelings, like I was falling in love with Henry. The problem I had with these feelings were, I didn't want to cover up the pain. I wanted to feel the pain so I could deal with it. That is the only way you are going to get over something like this.

"Would you mind if I kissed you on the lips?" I asked Danny as I loosened my grip on him.

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