My July curse has expanded to all of summertime.

On our way to the park this morning I saw our cat, Chairman Meow, Lebowski, Pitters, Pits, etc, on the side of the road. I think if he had been dead it would have been easier to deal with, but he wasn’t. He was fucked up real bad. And when he saw me, with the eye he still had left, he made the most heart crushing sound you’ve ever heard.

Lots of times, in bad situations I become calm and take charge and get things moving. But this time I pretty much broke to pieces.

Mr. Fleegan and Popsicle took care of everything.

I’m so fucking sad.

 

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