Dante...
...died. Severe asthma, of which I thought was treatable and could be cleared in just a couple of days. He was trying to come home, back inside...
Damn it, he was my baby. He was literally my cat-baby since we got him and his sister Lucia as kittens, and now he's gone. My Dante Sparda is gone and I can't see the screen because of the tears. He was always by my side, laying on my desk, all over my papers, my tablet, my lap, my blankets. He couldn't get enough cuddles. He would hug back, and curl up in my arms, under my neck, and nuzzle and purr, and I want my baby back. Give me back my Sparda kitty.
"Crushed" isn't the word. It feels more like my soul's been ripped out, as stupid as that sounds, and just want my Dante back. There can never be a replacement for Dante. Words can't describe it, and now my face hurts from crying off and on this evening.
I should sleep. At least Dante will be there, in my dreams.
Damn it, he was my baby. He was literally my cat-baby since we got him and his sister Lucia as kittens, and now he's gone. My Dante Sparda is gone and I can't see the screen because of the tears. He was always by my side, laying on my desk, all over my papers, my tablet, my lap, my blankets. He couldn't get enough cuddles. He would hug back, and curl up in my arms, under my neck, and nuzzle and purr, and I want my baby back. Give me back my Sparda kitty.
"Crushed" isn't the word. It feels more like my soul's been ripped out, as stupid as that sounds, and just want my Dante back. There can never be a replacement for Dante. Words can't describe it, and now my face hurts from crying off and on this evening.
I should sleep. At least Dante will be there, in my dreams.