So last fall (I think it was) my grandma was adopted by two of the cutest little boy kittens you could ever meet. One orange, one black. We named them Peanut Butter and Jelly (respectively). It was obvious that they were brothers. They never left one another's side. Even when Peanut Butter got sick, Jelly wanted to get in the carrier with him and go to the vet. They were each other's best friend and would often spend the afternoons giving each other painful-looking baths. It was amazing their ears ever dried off.
On Friday afternoon Jelly had apparently ran across the street and was hit by a car. When my grandma went to check on him she knew it was too late.
I'm going to miss you so much Jelly Belly. You were such a sweet little boy, but it seems you were just a little too curious and playful.
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