He was called Casper. I loved him. I came downstairs this morning and found him lying on our utility room's floor. I touched him, and he was stiff, he looked at his eyes, they weren't moving. I screamed and cried for hours. I rushed upstairs and told my mum. She got a woman to come and get Casper and take him to her field where she will bury him, she said we can visit whenever we want. But, I keep crying my eyes out when I think of him. He was my first cat, and he wasn't even a year old! as anyone got any help for a 11-year-old?