his name was Rio and he got run over by my neighbor.

im sorry man, thats pretty harsh.

Did you berry him?

You mean bury

That too..

yeah i buried him.

Your cat had the name of the best city ever, the one I live in.
I can tell he was a good cat. =)

(In case you're wondering, it's 'Rio' de Janeiro ^^)

Jesus Christ. Another hit and run. My condolences.

I used to have a cat. (Well, it wasn't really mine. It was the family cat. One of them)
She was called Gata. (Female cat in spanish, for those who don't know)
The weird thing was this:
My aunt told us once that when cats are about to die, they leave their homes, and go die somewhere else. We have found 3 dead cats in our yard. Gata was sick, and she left home. We found her the next day. Dead. In our yard. I should have been sad, but I was more like "Hey! You were supposed to die somewhere else!"

I also made a silly little poem for her that wouldn't make any sense to most of you.


But, when my gog was killed by a car many years before, in front of me, I was devastated.

Well I'm sure that your poem about Gata will make more sence then your pet gog.

thats an odd twist. I never heard of a cat leaving then dying.

Okie I want to say something. But its just in bad taste. So I'm gonna leave it alone.

Cats are freakin' smart. They could even go all to some kind of cemetery place... like elephants...

What, you don't have gogs where you live?

Nope, Must be some kind of groundhog.