Logan is gone. He had a tumor on his side and he just wouldn’t eat more than a few bites. I didn’t want him to suffer and I made the right choice but even after they administered the medication he held on, one of my friends told him that they’ll take care of me and that he can let go he did his job and then he finally did let go.
I feel like part of my soul was taken from me, I genuinely can’t wrap my mind around the fact I’ll never see him again. I can still feel him in my arms.
I know it’s fresh but it’s so hard to imagine getting through this, for so long I only stayed alive for him and Victor because my parents sure as hell weren’t going to take proper care of them and now I’m 30 and I am glad I stayed around and I owe so much of that to him. I’ve never pictured a life where there’s me and no him. I want him back, I’d do anything to get him back.
I know I never use this account anymore, I’m kinda yelling into a void but if nothing else let it be known that Logan was the softest cat, we’d call him silk man. He loved being on the window sill and loved his fishing rod toy most. He’d stand on me whenever I got home and also whenever I was getting ready to leave, he’d follow me to the bathroom every morning and bite my feet if I didn’t pet him enough. He was my very best friend and I am lucky I got to be the one to love him for 10 years, and while I don’t believe in an afterlife I think he will always be with me and if I’m wrong I can’t wait to see him again one day. I’d find him in every life time.
