sad news.
my cat died.mind you, i have not actually seen said cat for a few years because my family gave her to j zook's farm when they moved to boston awhile back.
and yet, something about it has made me disproportionately sad (considering what a small amount of thought i have devoted to this animal over the last year or so.)
i guess it is because i got the cat when i was in first grade. first grade is when you are six-years-old-about-to-turn-seven. that is a looooooooooooong time for a cat to have lived. most of my conscious life, in point of fact.
anyway, it's funny how you don't even notice how much something is bothering you until you stop and think about how many people you have talked to about it. a lot. oh, but always casually. keep it casual.
i called a childhood friend the other night and told him the news. we laughed and recalled stories to each other. it was really just nice, you know? quite nice.
i knew that cat longer than i have known most people. strange...
r.i.p. gwendolyn
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i think my cat Margret is on her way out. i got her when i was 9, and now she practically has multiple personalities.
it doesn't upset me now, but it probably will when she actually does go.
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