Tale of a Pasha

Once upon a time there was a pasha named sharkas. Sharkas pasha was a Turkish pasha that lived in Egypt as his grandparents from whom he got his title. Sharkas was so beautiful, he was white with wide dark eyes and very beautiful hair. Almost everyone liked him and he was friendly as well to almost everybody, he was sensitive, shy, curious, and loved to be loved. He had a friend who wasn't exactly as beautiful and adorable as him, he was kinda ordinary, but he loved him as a brother and more. The pasha lived his life pampered in every way, he always got what he needed, the love that embraced him by everybody always gave him what he wanted, but he never accepted such live without giving much more in return. Last night the pasha didn't feel well and decided to stay in bed. I found that he was in bed for many hours so I thought I will take him out for a little while to be engulfed by the warm rays of the shining sun and I thought he might feel better. He stood there were i left him, looking and starring at the street and the people in it. He then went to the narrow windy corridor, the curtains prevented my eyes from seeing him, so when i pulled them away, I look at him, he was standing there beside the metal fence, facing the cool breeze, I tried to call him through the glass window but he wouldn't listen to me, he was living his moment! I knocked on the glass and he looked at me, he looked so peaceful, so quiet, so relaxed, his eyes was in my direction but he wasn't looking at me, he was like waiting for something better. I came out and called him to come in as it was getting colder, but he wouldn't listen, minutes later he comes in and later that night he walking around. I knew he walked out of pain, but i was glad that at least he was doing so. This morning, before i leave home, i went to say good bye, I hugged him and put him in bed, but i wasn't quiet relaxed when i saw him that way, he was too week.
His name is Sharkas Pasha, He was my cat and he died today.