My kitty is dying.. I came home to spend one last weekend with him, but I didn’t realize how hard it would be. Twelve years is a long time to love something. He was always there when I needed him - playing with me when I was little, sleeping with me through high school, and comforting me on the worst days. When there was nobody else I wanted to talk to. And now he refuses to eat, can’t move. He cries when I call his name and purrs when I touch him. That’s it. I’m so afraid of losing him, but I don’t want him to hurt anymore.
Thanks, Mom…
I enjoy it when my mom asks about the guy I was dating a year ago. No, I haven’t talked to him lately. No, I don’t think we’ll get back together. And the answers probably won’t change when I’m home in three weeks. ><*
About me
Hey! I'm Chris, your typical guy exploring life and all the things it has to offer. I dream big, live large, and travel far. This world is made of opportunities, and my goal is to make the most of them. To learn about myself and everything around me. To share it with the very special people I meet along the way. This blog is.. well, it’s an extension of me. I'll use it to share the things that inspire me, that make me laugh. These words, pictures, and songs that are personally meaningful. I certainly hope you'll enjoy it as well, though! Peace always. ~CW
