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Currently, I still miss Ganga. Ganga was my cat, the best cat in the world. He would wake me up with his loud purring and rub is face against my beard. He would paw at my chest. Like he was giving a massage. Then I left my wife and the house where Ganga stayed. It was about two weeks after, I got a call telling me my cat was dead on 34th and Bloomington. That's the kind of call you get if you get a tag engraved with your cats name and your cell number.
The loss of my cat was spoiled by my wife blaming it on me...for leaving. When she left Ganga out for more than 24 hours. Picking up Ganga's stiff body off the road was more than I could take. His side was as flat as the road, because gravity and blood drys. His eyes were still half open. I kissed and petted him before I gave him his final grave. Our last memories together.
What kind of a man, cries about a cat's death. This cat was there with me through my struggle with mental illness. This cat was thankful for our friendship. The times we just sat out on the stoop in front of my house...just chillin and thanking the sun for it's light.
I don't know if you could ever understand the bond I had with Ganga. I was at work when I got the call of his death. I couldn't stop crying(yeah, I'm a pussy). I biked half way home before stopping at the booze shop. I bought some jaegermeister. That didn't help. I just ended up half way home and on the side of the bike trail crying and drinking. I couldn't believe it! I was going to take Ganga up to my parents place for the weekend! I was talking with my friend Matt how cool my cat was!
Sometimes, with loss comes great loss. It's all for the better. Sometimes things you have lost will come back, but with more importance.
The loss of my cat was spoiled by my wife blaming it on me...for leaving. When she left Ganga out for more than 24 hours. Picking up Ganga's stiff body off the road was more than I could take. His side was as flat as the road, because gravity and blood drys. His eyes were still half open. I kissed and petted him before I gave him his final grave. Our last memories together.
What kind of a man, cries about a cat's death. This cat was there with me through my struggle with mental illness. This cat was thankful for our friendship. The times we just sat out on the stoop in front of my house...just chillin and thanking the sun for it's light.
I don't know if you could ever understand the bond I had with Ganga. I was at work when I got the call of his death. I couldn't stop crying(yeah, I'm a pussy). I biked half way home before stopping at the booze shop. I bought some jaegermeister. That didn't help. I just ended up half way home and on the side of the bike trail crying and drinking. I couldn't believe it! I was going to take Ganga up to my parents place for the weekend! I was talking with my friend Matt how cool my cat was!
Sometimes, with loss comes great loss. It's all for the better. Sometimes things you have lost will come back, but with more importance.