Ollie was a Himalayan.

A gray and white Himalayan.

I lost him, I lost him for good.

I was only five when Ollie died; I was too young to understand where he went.

Here is his story:

We had just moved. We brought Ollie with us, from our old home. Ollie didn't like where we were. He tried to escape, so we wouldn't let him outside. But somehow, he found a way. The night he ran away we heard the howling of the coyotes and the mewing of a cat, but we were too tired and its was too dark to see what it was. So, the next morning, we went outside to investigate. Then, I saw something that made my heart freeze (I was only 5, remember) And that was, Ollie's fur. All of his fur. "D-daddy?" I would ask him. "Where's Ollie? Can we put up posters? When will he come back" My dad just stared at me, and never answerd. I never got why he never answerd. But, as I got older, I knew Ollie was gone. Gone for good.

R.I.P Ollie.

Join the little scratching post in the sky.

Awh, thats so sad :'(

I remember when my cat ran away. I dunno how but it got in this gutter and we had to lure it out with turkey...

Himalayan needs to be capitalized and spelled correctly. Tragedy [in your ti
tle] is also spelled wrong. Coyotes, not cyotes.

"I was only five when Ollie died, I was too young to understand where he went." 

You either need to put and/but after the comma, or change the comma to a semicolon (;). 

Very sad :( That's a horrible way to go. When I was little, I had my first cat when I was five; he was hit by a car. My next cat "ran away" (that's what they told me, but he really got hit my a car, too). My cat after that had skin cancer. AND FINALLY. I have the cat I have now, and she is super healthy, going on six years. :) 

I'm so sorry to hear about all of your losses D;

Ela: I fixed all the mistakes, thanks ^^