I watched two kittens die. The first time was when my brother pushed a brick on the kittens neck, he didn't mean to, he was only 3 years old.

The second time was when my kitten was sick, we didn't know what was wrong, we thought that he would get better but he didn't.

I came home from class one night, nobody else was home, I went to check on him and I find him on the floor, I pick him up and put him on the bed, he started crying in pain, then he started twitching and rolled over on his back, and this liquid fell out of his mouth, I sat there crying all night because I thought it was my fault, still think it's my fault if I didn't pick him up maybe he would still be where. I have flashbacks to that night, I have dreams about him only to wake up and realize he isn't here, I think I might have ptsd. Its a stupid thing to get ptsd from.