You can have it all… but that’s usually when it’s too late.

30Nov11

I’m not great with euphanisms that provoke and evoke heartbreak. Among all the shit that’s going down, the family kitty of 12 years (so basically while I was in year 8 and my sister was probably still in primary school) passed away today the 30.11.11 at 9:30pm in his massive bedroom (my childhood room) …while I was at work..and what blows  is regardless of how much i’ll always regret not being present, I wouldn’t have been able to see him anyway…because the presence of cat faeces would pose a risk to my medical condition. It’s a bit weird to talk about the passing of someone or some beloved familiar, because only those attached to it really emphathise with all the sadness that comes with mourning.  So it was a good call that I had somewhere else to sleep that night, even though it was unintentional… because if I didn’t, i’d be pretty screwed….and I had cake in his name…two fat, sizeable slices. I wish I had just let him have all the food he wanted to eat instead of telling him no. You can have it all… but that’s usually when it’s too late.

When I find a suitable picture to commemorate his legacy, I will post it here. Yes, his name was Pikachu. So oldskool.

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