Goodbye sweeting
Well, i'm back from Ireland, it was amazing. I'll write more about it as soon as i feel better.
I also went to Orlando. It was fun and much less tiring than every other time i had gone in the past.
But i'm feeling miserable right now.
Yesterday, while i was still in Orlando, my cat Coco died suddenly due to a head injury. Nobody knows what happened, but there are 3 theories.
1- A car ran him over
2- Some bastard kicked him on the head
3- He fell and landed on his head (quite unlikely)
It kills me that i was so far away when he died. I could do nothing to help him. When i came back to Mexico he was already dead. He spent a whole day in a coma, and fought like a champ to get better according to the doctors, but in the end, his injury was too much for his little body.
My poor baby...
He had a very difficult beginning, since he was abandoned as a kitten and spent around 2 years living on the streets. But i adopted him (against my family's wishes BTW) and i sincerely believe that he lived his remaining 5 years happy and with much love from everyone here.
I can't trust people, but i completely trusted my cat. He relieved my loneliness, healed my heart, and made me feel that at least i was being useful to someone. That someone needed me, 'cuz little Coco actually needed me and loved me in the simple, pure way only an animal can.
He was like my son. And he was my familiar spirit. (as in a witch's familiar). I've had several pets throughout my life. But you just feel it when one of your companion animals has a deeper bond with you than the others did. Coco was very special to me. And i truly felt that i was special to him too.
I miss him so much.
Farewell little one.
My Sweetie showing his cute little spots and pretty blue eyes.
I also went to Orlando. It was fun and much less tiring than every other time i had gone in the past.
But i'm feeling miserable right now.
Yesterday, while i was still in Orlando, my cat Coco died suddenly due to a head injury. Nobody knows what happened, but there are 3 theories.
1- A car ran him over
2- Some bastard kicked him on the head
3- He fell and landed on his head (quite unlikely)
It kills me that i was so far away when he died. I could do nothing to help him. When i came back to Mexico he was already dead. He spent a whole day in a coma, and fought like a champ to get better according to the doctors, but in the end, his injury was too much for his little body.
My poor baby...
He had a very difficult beginning, since he was abandoned as a kitten and spent around 2 years living on the streets. But i adopted him (against my family's wishes BTW) and i sincerely believe that he lived his remaining 5 years happy and with much love from everyone here.
I can't trust people, but i completely trusted my cat. He relieved my loneliness, healed my heart, and made me feel that at least i was being useful to someone. That someone needed me, 'cuz little Coco actually needed me and loved me in the simple, pure way only an animal can.
He was like my son. And he was my familiar spirit. (as in a witch's familiar). I've had several pets throughout my life. But you just feel it when one of your companion animals has a deeper bond with you than the others did. Coco was very special to me. And i truly felt that i was special to him too.
I miss him so much.
Farewell little one.
My Sweetie showing his cute little spots and pretty blue eyes.