RIP

Jun 06, 2009 13:25

The day before Halloween, 1993, I convinced my mom to come look at a kitten someone at my preschool had found. She fell for the feisty but sweet six-month-old kitten too, and we brought her home (without asking/telling my dad beforehand). It being the day before Halloween, and me being four and all, I decided that her name should be Pumpkin. She ( Read more... )

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lil_6 June 11 2009, 00:35:14 UTC
I'm sorry.

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quintillian September 6 2010, 10:08:35 UTC
ARG WHY did you post this like right when I'm reading livejournals again?! I hurt inside when I think of cats dying or hurting or being anything but utterly happy and warm and safe. Also, since I have 8 cats... I will soon have to deal with one of them dying, won't I? What will I do? Rumpleteaser died while he was in California with my mother....I wasn't there so the loss didn't hit me quite as hard but then I've gotten very good at not thinking about things, so much so that it's almost like I don't even know they've happened. My demon-cat, Eden, is pretty much my lifeline and I'm not sure if I'll survive him dying before me.

Again, ARG.

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brein_draak September 9 2010, 15:47:40 UTC
I didn't. She died over a year ago...

Two of my dogs have died since then.

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