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Got back from that kind of workshop that's more like a religious experience than a training camp, sorta depended on my cat to entertain and cheer me up, but tonight, he had the bad taste to throw himself in front of a car. *facedesk*
At least the person who hit him called it in, and the police who brought him to me were such sweethearts, called him by name and had him wrapped in a blanket to show me.
So now I'm sad, happy that he died quickly and painlessly and that he had a pretty great last day, sad because I was already sad and because I'm gonna miss him. That feeling where the apartment is empty is the worst.
At least the person who hit him called it in, and the police who brought him to me were such sweethearts, called him by name and had him wrapped in a blanket to show me.
So now I'm sad, happy that he died quickly and painlessly and that he had a pretty great last day, sad because I was already sad and because I'm gonna miss him. That feeling where the apartment is empty is the worst.