I know it’s been a long time that I don’t post, but I do need to talk right now.
My cat, Molly was it name. Yeah, “was”. It died yesterday night poisoned by some son of you-know-what in my roof. It fell, didn’t have the strength to stand up. I don’t want to say all the details, but it has no salvation. I cried, cried, cried too much, I cried all the 5 years we have been together. After seeing it suffer so much with me desesperately trying to make it vomit, I don’t know if I’m strong enough to just forget and move on. The little space in my bed where it sleeped all night, I can’t look to it without cry. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I love this animal with all my hearth, even if it’s not here with me.













