I once owned a cat called Lily. It was a birthday gift from my parents， and it impressed me with its bright green eyes. Whenever I stroked it， it would put on its back， with its eyes closed and its belly exposed. The cat liked to stay around people. Wherever I went， it would always follow me.
The relationship between Lily and me became closer day by day. It even understood my mood and the message I gave to it in my own way. If I was in a low mood， it would give me companionship and try its best to comfort me. If I gave it instructions， such as to sit down or get rid of the trouble， it would respond and finish the work in time. Lily was a big help in my life. It was always with me and cared for me all day.
I really loved Lily. Unfortunately， when it reached the eighth year of life， it became seriously ill and passed away eventually. Since then I have tried to keep it alive through memories， photos， and videos.
