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my cat is gone.
my jao man, jikao, mowling, jockomon, purrloined pup, millions of other variations on his name and the sounds he made.
he was love. a black fuzzy ball of love, turning brown in his old age. he taught me how to love, just love, the simplest thing, and how healing and magical that could be.
my jao man, jikao, mowling, jockomon, purrloined pup, millions of other variations on his name and the sounds he made.
he was love. a black fuzzy ball of love, turning brown in his old age. he taught me how to love, just love, the simplest thing, and how healing and magical that could be.
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it's amazing how you can have a place in my consciousness entirely untethered to a name.
i'm pretty heartbroken. he is easily the most-loved character in my life. i was going to say it's because there is nothing to not love about him, but that's not true. i was just in love with him. i tolerated with joy being woken up three times a night (once to eat, once for no reason, and once, finally, to go out) whenever i sleep at my parents house. i am going to miss him so, so much.
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