week #8

I have lived in the same house my whole life. there are a lot of good memories and bad/sad memories in my home. some of them i didn't even remember. when i was little i had to share my room with my brother when he was a baby. i got so tired of it so i asked dad to finish the upstairs so my brother and i can have our own room and our bathroom. that was pretty cool because i got to help a bit with it and i got to pick what color i wanted my room to be. one of my sad memories is about my cat. My cat Jacey was living at my house before i was born she was two years older than me. i was always scared of her because she dint like to be pet on the back so she would act like she was going to bite me. Then on December 23, 2015 Jacey wasn't doing good. she didn't move around much she sat under the Christmas tree so dad told me we would be taking her to the vet. when we got there they told us that she had a stroke and wouldn't get any better. that was the day my seventeen year old cat passed away. Home to me is where all of your memories happen even if its bad memories or sad ones. they will be memories you will remember for hopefully the rest of your life.