Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

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.

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6 Comments:

At 10/16/2007 11:24 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

how are you doing?

i'll do a chant.

barry

 
At 10/16/2007 1:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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?

 
At 10/16/2007 3:15 PM, Blogger Watson Woodworth said...

I am so sorry. I really love him.
I will keep everyone in your household in my thoughts.

 
At 10/16/2007 4:14 PM, Blogger Stella Magdalen said...

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.

 
At 10/17/2007 12:13 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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

 
At 10/17/2007 9:50 AM, Blogger Stella Magdalen said...

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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