21, female.
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“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.”
- J.K. Rowling
I know most people won’t understand. But I cried a lot since my cat died friday. He was 1.5 years old and we had him since he was a kitten. 1.5 years seems short, but I was very attached to him, we were best friends. He had so many years to live and he really loved life. He was special, because he was a bit crazy and that is what I will miss most. There will never be a cat like him. His cushion is so empty, the whole house is empty. I still can’t believe he won’t come back. I will never see him again. I was so proud of him, he just learned how to open a door by himself. He gave kisses and when he had been outside and came home or when I came home he was so happy to see me. He loved to go walking around the neighborhood with me, that was his favourite thing to do, he would beg me to go outside with him. I don’t know how I’m gonna get over this. I miss him so much and I hate being home alone right now.
