I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.
Monday, October 15, 2007
So that’s it
My cat is dead. He was found today and was identified from the collar. We went to get him to take him to be cremated but we had to bury him right there on the spot. It was that bad.
You know, of all my motivations when I started this thing, (writing practice, some externally imposed journaling discipline, probably some self - aggrandizement, etc.) it never ocurred to me that I would meet friends. Thank you.
sorry to hear your good friend is gone on. Hard stuff to lose those warm, fuzzy, caring ones. Must have been even harder the not knowing. peace to the grey one. peace to you. -ecl
It took me awhile to realize who you were, but thanks E. I think about you very often as you and your family are on my daily list still. Not that I remember everyone who is, every single day. It's hard to remember to put myself (and my little family) on on a regular basis as well.
He was the beauty, his "special" sister the cutie. In hindsight I feel like I should have spit on him with the kunehara every day, He had that thing of too beautiful, too wild, too compelling and mesmerizing to live from the very beginning. I had imagined it going down this way on many occasions but was superstitious of putting voice to it. A big lesson here is that sometimes I know more than I really want to or give myself credit for. But I had already seen the long life of his sister w/out him. I think that's why I was so obsessive about keeping track of him all the time. But the other lesson is: what will be will be.
I think all I want to say here is that these words and pictures are really real, and I made them. I get about the whole international creative property laws and issues stuff, and it's the net, and blah blah blah but I'd rather you sent cool people here, than post my stuff anywhere.
6 Comments:
how are you doing?
i'll do a chant.
barry
oh, man that's harsh...at least you know one way or the other...did you know "out there in the night" by the Only Ones is about Pete Perrett's cat?
I am so sorry. I really love him.
I will keep everyone in your household in my thoughts.
You are all good pals.
You know, of all my motivations when I started this thing, (writing practice, some externally imposed journaling discipline, probably some self - aggrandizement, etc.) it never ocurred to me that I would meet friends.
Thank you.
sorry to hear your good friend is gone on. Hard stuff to lose those warm, fuzzy, caring ones. Must have been even harder the not knowing. peace to the grey one. peace to you. -ecl
It took me awhile to realize who you were, but thanks E.
I think about you very often as you and your family are on my daily list still. Not that I remember everyone who is, every single day. It's hard to remember to put myself (and my little family) on on a regular basis as well.
He was the beauty, his "special" sister the cutie.
In hindsight I feel like I should have spit on him with the kunehara every day, He had that thing of too beautiful, too wild, too compelling and mesmerizing to live from the very beginning. I had imagined it going down this way on many occasions but was superstitious of putting voice to it.
A big lesson here is that sometimes I know more than I really want to or give myself credit for.
But I had already seen the long life of his sister w/out him. I think that's why I was so obsessive about keeping track of him all the time. But the other lesson is: what will be will be.
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