
I decided to analyze her story that she wrote about her dear cat, Apollo.
Now...I remember going over there as a youngling. Everytime I saw Gail, there was Apollo. Everywhere she went, he went. They were inseperable, almost to a fault. When he passed, my aunt really was a wreck for months. She took forever to rehabilitate to the bubbly, dark, deranged soul she normally is again.
This little excerpt from her many writing about depressing and dark subjects (which have a humor about them that have rubbed off on me...) really reminded me of the happy times when she had her kitty. 16 years of her life she had that cat. He was the closest companion she had ever had (pphh husbands...)
So...reading this actually brought tears to my eyes. I mean...I never really had the strongest bond with that particular cat, but my cat and I are close (still nowhere near as close...but still...) and when I lose her, I know it's gonna be rough. So not looking forward to losing my baby.
Still...read it. It's amazing. She's a great writer.
(Love ya, G..)









