My beautiful cat, Tequila, was hit by a car on 11th September this year around 10:25 am. She died on the spot in the middle of the street. It still hurts so much every day to wait for her to come home again. I miss her every morning, because she doesn’t wake me up. I miss her when I come home from work, because she is not waiting for me to be petted. And I miss her in the evening, when she should be cuddling on my lap while I’m reading on the couch. She was my jumping piece of luck, but on that faithful day she ran out of luck. I will hang this picture of her next to her favorite spot on the couch.
Rest in peace Tequila.
it’s almost like people specifically moved here from reddit, what a world huh?
and if that happens often enough to annoy you, maybe that should be a minor hint that it’s a thing many people care about? but no, easier to dismiss it and not have to think.
Sounds good, chief.