Dear Diary,
Smudgie died sometime last night. Dad made a really tiny box for her and Mom and I buried her right next to Maggie. When I went out later there was another flower on top of her. I don’t know where Mom got it from.
It’s my fault. I guess I didn’t take as good care of her as I should.
I’m sorry about your kitten, Maggie.
Mom says I don’t have to go to church any more if I don’t want to.