I killed my brothers cat and it was my first lie

I was 9 or 10 at the time, my brother was 4 or 5. I had never been around cats before and we had animals before, mostly dogs. We went to the pound and picked up the cat, a black and white cat named Finn. My parents asked me if I wanted a cat and I said yes. <br><br>I knew I was to lie to take care of it, but I didn’t. I would feed it and groom it, but I wouldn’t check on it at night. The cat had a bad habit of knocking things over and I would always have to clean them up. So one night, I didn’t check on the cat and the next morning we found him dead next to his bed. My parents assumed that I had checked on him and he had a born brain defect. I had never felt worse. We buried him next to our old dog and moved on.<br><br>I still feel bad about this. Finn was a sweet cat and I decided to kill him by neglect. I’m currently the owner of a few animals and I take good care of them, and I do tell myself it was an accident, but it will always be a burden of mine.