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..)
2 comments:
..."She took forever to rehabilitate to the bubbly, dark, deranged soul she normally is again."
Leave it to you to nail that on the head...see...no one else can see me like you do...
Hooray for cats! I always thought having a pet so close to my heart and then having him be taken away from me(as in death) was such a cruel joke...until I realized that if it were not for twin flames or soul mates I would never have known such a sweetness, such a connection as I had had with Apollo...the death of a pet is practice for the death of a loved one...that's really the only thing I can come up with in order to change the negative into a positive...
Oh, and unfortunately, it never goes away...it hurts just as much today as it did 5 1/2 years ago...I'm just sayin'...
back at ya...
where is this fantastic poem? I know what you mean..I really hope Ive got some hefty drugs and a group of accountable friends around me when I hear about my puppy dying. (Of course drugs are horrible and Im being sarcastic..let me clarify that)I love my dog sooo much. You could even say more than my dearest brother. Ive had him since I was in sixth grade. It's hard to think about that. Soooo sad. I mean my dog not my brother. :( cats of course are extremely stupid dull creatures and dogs are way more amazing but to each his own I guess..*cough-not-cough*..I just think people will think I'm psychotic when my dog dies because I will be bursting into tears all of the time like my mom died or something.
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