Peter
Peter moved in with me when I was 6 years old. I had just finished the first half of first grade. It didn't take long until we became the best of friends. Nothing could come between us: my parents didn't allow him inside at first, so he sneaked in through the window instead. If there was a closed door between us, he'd meow until someone opened the door.
We spent hours climbing on trees or roofs and just sitting next to each other. He even picked me up
from the bus stop when I got home from school. As I grew older, we spent more time indoors reading
and studying. We could spend nearly 15 years together.
Peter is dearly missed since Septermber 10th, 2004.
