My fisrt good buzz in a few years
Yeah, so I'm having to strain to look at the keyboard and figure out which letter goes where, and it's talking me twice as long to type becuase of it. But I really, really needed the little extra mind-numbing of a few bottles of coolers. It's decently cheap, and it don't tale much. And after not being able to sleep for shit last night and still having to work today, I figured I deserved it.
All of this os gonna sound a bit wacky, I'm sure. Certainly not anbything of a sound and sober mind, the pensive thinker who's just lost a dear friend. No. That person was yesterday. That person is slowly driftin away on the cool currents of Seagrrams 'Jamaican Me Happy' - very tasty by the way. That person has met up with this person, who's bent easily in the chair and thinking happy happy memories of a plump and joyful cat that was as personable as an animal ever gets. A cat who shared nearly every waking, homebound moment of minewithin some close proximity of me. I mean, you always hear about how cats love their indepoendant and solitary lives. Parrot's life was me, it seemed. Always.
Every morning he was on the bed when I wpoke. He rarely strayed from me. He would greet me at the door when I came home from whereever I'd been. and he followed me to bed at nights. He was *always* there. If he wasn't there and I wanted him to be, all I ever had to do was snap my fingers and he would come running. And if I stood over him and patted my hands against my chaest, he would rise up ion his hind legs and reach for me like a child waiting to be picked up and held. He gave kisses and snuggled his face up under my chin, and he would wrap his paws around my neck. And he always purred so loudly. A thick and happy rumble that sometimes helped me to sleep. Even up and into his late age, he loved to play. He and Mitten would run across the house like the terrors of the earth, wrestling and knocking over furniture and shedding hair to the far corners and everything in between. And when Mitten wasn't in the mood, Parrot would play with me, stalking and fighting with my hand from beneath a chair or from around a corners. Oh, all the things he filled my life with. So much happiness. So much.
I always called him my 'middle child'. Younger thn Tasha and Chris, but older than Cody and Justice. So, eah. He's the middle chold of my family. And in a way, he was Rich's *first* child. I guess...
He's actuyally taking Parrot's loss harder than I am, I think. He cried more over losing Parrot than he did over losing his grandmother a few years ago. Matter of fact, I don't remember him really crying at all when his grandmother passed away. And that says a lot. He always said he's not a cat person. But he cried so hard whe we put him down. And then cried with me as we buried him. And then he cried when he came to bed last night. I never would have guessed that he was as attached to Parrot as I was. Honestly, I don't think even he realized how attached he was to Parrot until we had to let him go. I hope he will learn to rememebr the good times as much as I do... that I'm trying to do, anyway.
Yes, I do count myself as fortunate to have had such a wonderful being with me for such a long time. I don;t want to feel the hurt of loss. I want to feel the endless joy of those memories. The smiles that Parrot put on my face. All of the precious love that meant as much to me as the love from any human in my life. That thought makes me feel so good inside, so peaceful, so fulfilled. I know the agony of loss will always be there. But if I casn remember the absolute joy that Parrot created in my life, I think I'll be okay. I'll make it through this.
Thanks so much to everyne for the condolences and hugs. I am so fortiunate to have your support and understanding. I need it so much right now. And I just can't say how much all of your words mean to me right now. Thank you, thank you,and thank you with every ounce of my heart, every bit of my love. Thank you. *hugs and snuggles and kisses*
And more thanks and snuggles and love to you rusty_chevy and lstarrunner for the perfect birthsday presents! The packge apparently arrived yesterday, but I didn't know it was here until I got home from work tonight and opened it. The necklace and the pendant were gorgeous and I love them! It was really a pick-me-up. *hugs* I appreciate it so much. And I'm sorry Ru_Chev, but yes... I am going to be a total dork and wear the Mirage pendant with the Hound bracelet at every chance. XDD And a wonder ful birthday wish to you too, RuChev. *hugs more* Thank you both!
Age. Stupid thing that it is. I'm a little surprised thjat I didn't get carded when I bought the alcohol tonight. I mean, I know I'm old. But I didn't realizde I actually looked that old. And not to say that 33 is old. Far from it. I don't feel old. But... seriously, man, I still get carded for cigarettes at gas stations. Was the clerk at the party store just not giving a crap or something?
Oh, and a happy birthday to Epona, too. *hugs*
Well,I'm on the last few drops of my fourth wine cooler, and I'm feeling pleasantly blitzed. I'd be such a cheap date for someone, I swear. *HA* Anyway, before I get to the botton of the bottle and become tempted to open a new one, I should probably close this. My luck, if I attempt to drink another one, I'll likely be praising porceline before i go to sleep tonight. So, I guess I'll just leave a few words here in ending. From Dashboard Confessional's song, 'Dusk and Summer'...
Some things tie your life together
The slender threads and things to treasure
Days like that should last
And last
And last...
All of this os gonna sound a bit wacky, I'm sure. Certainly not anbything of a sound and sober mind, the pensive thinker who's just lost a dear friend. No. That person was yesterday. That person is slowly driftin away on the cool currents of Seagrrams 'Jamaican Me Happy' - very tasty by the way. That person has met up with this person, who's bent easily in the chair and thinking happy happy memories of a plump and joyful cat that was as personable as an animal ever gets. A cat who shared nearly every waking, homebound moment of minewithin some close proximity of me. I mean, you always hear about how cats love their indepoendant and solitary lives. Parrot's life was me, it seemed. Always.
Every morning he was on the bed when I wpoke. He rarely strayed from me. He would greet me at the door when I came home from whereever I'd been. and he followed me to bed at nights. He was *always* there. If he wasn't there and I wanted him to be, all I ever had to do was snap my fingers and he would come running. And if I stood over him and patted my hands against my chaest, he would rise up ion his hind legs and reach for me like a child waiting to be picked up and held. He gave kisses and snuggled his face up under my chin, and he would wrap his paws around my neck. And he always purred so loudly. A thick and happy rumble that sometimes helped me to sleep. Even up and into his late age, he loved to play. He and Mitten would run across the house like the terrors of the earth, wrestling and knocking over furniture and shedding hair to the far corners and everything in between. And when Mitten wasn't in the mood, Parrot would play with me, stalking and fighting with my hand from beneath a chair or from around a corners. Oh, all the things he filled my life with. So much happiness. So much.
I always called him my 'middle child'. Younger thn Tasha and Chris, but older than Cody and Justice. So, eah. He's the middle chold of my family. And in a way, he was Rich's *first* child. I guess...
He's actuyally taking Parrot's loss harder than I am, I think. He cried more over losing Parrot than he did over losing his grandmother a few years ago. Matter of fact, I don't remember him really crying at all when his grandmother passed away. And that says a lot. He always said he's not a cat person. But he cried so hard whe we put him down. And then cried with me as we buried him. And then he cried when he came to bed last night. I never would have guessed that he was as attached to Parrot as I was. Honestly, I don't think even he realized how attached he was to Parrot until we had to let him go. I hope he will learn to rememebr the good times as much as I do... that I'm trying to do, anyway.
Yes, I do count myself as fortunate to have had such a wonderful being with me for such a long time. I don;t want to feel the hurt of loss. I want to feel the endless joy of those memories. The smiles that Parrot put on my face. All of the precious love that meant as much to me as the love from any human in my life. That thought makes me feel so good inside, so peaceful, so fulfilled. I know the agony of loss will always be there. But if I casn remember the absolute joy that Parrot created in my life, I think I'll be okay. I'll make it through this.
Thanks so much to everyne for the condolences and hugs. I am so fortiunate to have your support and understanding. I need it so much right now. And I just can't say how much all of your words mean to me right now. Thank you, thank you,and thank you with every ounce of my heart, every bit of my love. Thank you. *hugs and snuggles and kisses*
And more thanks and snuggles and love to you rusty_chevy and lstarrunner for the perfect birthsday presents! The packge apparently arrived yesterday, but I didn't know it was here until I got home from work tonight and opened it. The necklace and the pendant were gorgeous and I love them! It was really a pick-me-up. *hugs* I appreciate it so much. And I'm sorry Ru_Chev, but yes... I am going to be a total dork and wear the Mirage pendant with the Hound bracelet at every chance. XDD And a wonder ful birthday wish to you too, RuChev. *hugs more* Thank you both!
Age. Stupid thing that it is. I'm a little surprised thjat I didn't get carded when I bought the alcohol tonight. I mean, I know I'm old. But I didn't realizde I actually looked that old. And not to say that 33 is old. Far from it. I don't feel old. But... seriously, man, I still get carded for cigarettes at gas stations. Was the clerk at the party store just not giving a crap or something?
Oh, and a happy birthday to Epona, too. *hugs*
Well,I'm on the last few drops of my fourth wine cooler, and I'm feeling pleasantly blitzed. I'd be such a cheap date for someone, I swear. *HA* Anyway, before I get to the botton of the bottle and become tempted to open a new one, I should probably close this. My luck, if I attempt to drink another one, I'll likely be praising porceline before i go to sleep tonight. So, I guess I'll just leave a few words here in ending. From Dashboard Confessional's song, 'Dusk and Summer'...
Some things tie your life together
The slender threads and things to treasure
Days like that should last
And last
And last...