I feel kind of guilty for not having much feeling when someone dies. I almost feel mad about it. I guess it's a guy thing. Like I know that the person or pet won't ever be returning, and normally that's the kind of thing that breaks people down. But I dunno.
Anyway, we had to put down my cat over the summer. We don't know what exactly was wrong with her and we couldn't afford a vet. She was just like a decomposing carcus only still alive. Flies were always embracing her like she was rotting meat. She wouldn't eat or drink and she always just sat in one spot. We did what we needed to. I like to think she just stopped living the way she used to because she had a deep instinct that told her it was time for her to die. Like her life had been fully lived or something.
However, life must go on.
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