R.I.P. Max

[work_and_play]

Three haikus:

Oh, good. You're home. I
Celebrate joyously with
A rousing ear-twitch.

(Deborah Coates)

You're always typing
Well, let's see you ignore my
Sitting on your hands.

(Author unknown)

I want to be close
To you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?

(Author unknown)

Bye, Max.

Comments

And then there were three no more

[anonymous]

He is cold now and smells like anaesthetics.
he meant a lot to me
and i hate the fact that it ends this way.

But he still is the cutemaster and huggable as ever
nothing is creepy about cuddling his now lifeless body
I will send him your final regards
and stroke him on on your behalf
on this last night on my couch.
(remember him there)

I wish you were here
I wish he hadn't gone

Thanks for being sad as well

Lieve Sanne

[vanderwaals]

Aww. hugs to you.