#small grief

[acyborgkitty]

My cat caught a dragonfly yesterday and I tried to intervene in time for it to get away. At first I thought I was too late and it was dead. But then it moved when I tried to scoop it in a box, so I left it where it was. A few hours later it had moved onto the step (it had hidden between the step and the ramp for my wheelchair) and I thought it would be best to let it be. I couldn't catch any flies for it to eat so I left it alone hoping it would recover. Today it is (I'm pretty sure) dead a few centimeters from where it was.

Now I feel that I prolonged it's death and suffering by getting my cat to leave it. In my attempt to help I caused harm.

I grieve it smally, in it's small beauty. I hope it had a good life.

[tognaeg]

Gosh this is incredibly frustrating.

Why are you holding that girl's hand? I don't want to stop you, please believe me; nothing could be further from me.

And yet I feel rejected. Not because you're holding her hand, but because I did not know. Because you did not tell me. Because you have not talked to me since you came on my tits.

That's okay. I only wish you had told me before, that it would be like this, that we would be strangers.

I would not have done it had I known we'd be strangers.