John Craft wrote:
Urg. Hard.
Remember... I had a cat and dog. We had the cat as a kitten, and the dog just had had puppies -which my parents had given to the vet or something-, so... that was the fucking strangest thing on the planet to see A KITTY DRINKING MILK FROM A MOTHERDOG
They turned into the best girlfriends on this planet; they played together, protected each other. One girl cat, one girl dog.
Then one day, my dog, too old to see and hear correctly, got hit by a train.
She used to love trains.
My cat got depressed. Well "animally" depressed, but... still really sad.
Then one day, I came back from... some time spent with family, we had forgotten our keys, so I had to use the backdoor.
I saw my cat, lying there, the four legs rock-hard.
'twas harsh. Too harsh to feel sad, actually. I guess I just couldn't bear seeing this, so I just opened the door, told my family, went to my room, and, calm, just stayed on my bed for some time.
Pets die. Shit. That's hard. But they live, before dying. So... I guess you still have pop flyin' thoughts, right ? Just keep those. They're all that matters.
That's.. that's heartbreaking ;_; jeebus
Possibly insensitive but i couldn't resist:
[spoiler]Very, very sad story about kitties and doggies
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