Callie: The friend I never had

I had always loved animals and I supposed that animals had always loved me. I would feed the strays, take care of the sick ones, and love the homeless ones. That was until one day. I was at my great grandmothers house one day and I went outside to play. I was bouncing at ball in the driveway with my brother when I heard faint meow from behind the garage. I stopped the game for a minute to check out the meowing when I saw a little calico cat come out from under my great grandma's car. It was a skinny scraggley thing and you could tell that it didnt have a home. It looked hungry so out of habit I went upstairs and got a cold hotdog. After cutting it up and putting it on a paper plate I went outside. I placed the plate in front of the cat but it wouldnt eat so I held it out in my hand. It was pleased and began to nibble from my palm. I named her Callie.

For my next couple of visits Callie was there. I fed her and played with her and called her my own. I only had one cat then and I asked my mother if I could keep her. After talking to my dad she began to think about it and told my father that she looked homeless. I loved Callie. I was on the verdge of getting her when Callie stopped coming. I was never really sure what happened to Callie. Wether she was somewhere else or another fmaily adopted her or..or..

All I know is the last time I saw Callie was the last time a stray came near me. Maybe Callie left her mark..so as not to lose me..or maybe Callie is protecting me. Im not sure. All I know is my Callie was the friend I never had.