#musicmonday
Mama was a good girl. She was old and kinda fat, but she never met anyone she didn't want to love on. She wasn't super nice to Sally, but Sally was never super nice to her. She was at least 9 when Aesop was a new kitten, and Aesop was 8, almost 9. She led a good, happy life; snuggling in laps and purring so hard you could hear her in the next room. When I got her back, about a year and a half ago, she had gotten so fat that she couldn't even get on the couch with me without help, and was so fat she couldn't even meow audibly. She had lost so much weight that she was running around climbing on stuff like a energetic kitten, and acting like one too. She could even meow again. Once Aesop went, she started moping around, crying, not like in pain, but sad, and she just laid by the front door like she was waiting for me to bring Aesop home. She would still occasionally get in my lap, but she would just lay there and sleep.
I came home from work Friday morning, and couldn't find her. I eventually found her curled up behind the tv stand, and she was gone. I had to dig another fucking hole, but I think she would have been happy to be next to Aesop in the backyard; out where the squirrels and chipmunks play.
After Sally goes, hopefully many years from now, I'm not ever getting another pet. Not even fish. I can't do this again.
Anyways, here's a sad song. At least it's a good one. This is Puscifer with The Humbling River.