Well hell, death doesn’t have to be solemn, but a celebration of life.
Dusty, the old cat I let in last winter expired sometime Thursday night. It was expected, she was nothing but skin and bones near the end, I’ve never felt such a bony animal before but her last days were comfy.
I buried her on my lot, the hole didn’t have to be very deep, she wasn’t any thicker than a fucking place mat. I like to think that when young she was a fine pussy cat and got her share of Tomcat dick.
Have a blessed fucking day.
Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.
have you seen dusty's spirit?
ReplyDeleteI hate losing pets, it leaves a hole in your harmony for a while.
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting Dusty cross over.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on