sad, death of a pet, grief
So, today's been a bit of a rough day, I got a call from my Mum letting me know that one of our cat's was run over today, and passed away.
He had only been a part of our family for about half a year, barely more than a kitten, but he and his brother had really become a vital part of our household, and now he is gone.
I've had a lot of pets die over the last couple years, I had hoped to have a good dew years before I had to deal with it again. But sometimes life sucks.
sad, death of a pet, grief (cont)
His name was Cinnamon Sticks, he was playful and weird, very skittish yet always curious, a little bit dim at times, and terrified of his own shadow, but full of love and excitement at the world. I saw a lot of myself in him, and got very attached in the short time I had to get to know him.
I hope he had a good time, at least, he certainly looked like he did, and I'm glad I got to meet him before he left.
