Not feeling great: Last year, our cat Kara had two kittens one boy and one girl, both white, despite her fur is full of colours and patterns. The boy Odin, and the girl Freyja. Odin was mum's favourite, he was hers. Every night, he'd nuzzle his nose and paws under her chin, and purr the loudest purr. And last month, we celebrated the kitten's first birthday. however, I will never forget today... I woke up to my mum screaming and crying at 07:52 am this morning. My sister crying whilst handling the people on the phone. Everyone was in shock, as we heard the awful news over the phone. Odin was hit by a lorry, on a very busy road late last night, he was found by a man walking home from his nightshift, still alive but scared, injured and hiding under a car. The man stopped in his tracks, and helped Odin, took him home and did the best he could for him. He stayed by his side, all the way up to the point where poor Odin admitted his defeat, and passed away early this morning.

Thank you, everyone, for 300 likes, though I don't feel like it's appropriate to celebrate. I'm not mentally prepared for this milestone to be in the limelight. But just know that even after 1 year of silence, I am forever grateful. Thank you. <3 -Cj