And now this....
So, Gillian died over a week ago now. I didn't make a post about it and I know I should've. Thus this is a joint post. Gillians death was one of the saddest things that has happened to me (although it wasn't directly to me, but you know what I mean). That is why I'm having a very hard time being sad over the second thing that this post is about. My cat died Friday night. My dad found him Saturday morning sprawled out on the ground, dead. He didn't look mangled at all. As a white cat, it would be very easy to see if something had happened to him, like say, getting hit by a car. We buried him in my back yard today. I missed the burial because of work. It seems weird to me that Gillian would die on friday of last week and Casper would die on friday of this week. Not a good week for me. But like I said, in perspective, my cats death is really not a big deal when I think about Gillian. I'm sad, certainly, but not half as sad as I am about Gillian. Anyways.... wow.... I was going to sign of by saying life goes on, but then I just made myself more sad. I'm just not going to try anymore.