Friday, December 11, 2009

Truman R.I.P.



























My sweet, squeaky boy (18 years old, but always the baby).
He had a heart attack last night.

11 days after Walter passed.

What a fucking soul punch.
Absolutely shattering.

2 comments:

Julie said...

Patrick--all the cat lovers of the world grieve with you. They cut those big cat-shaped holes in our hearts.

Patrick said...

Thanks Julie.
A couple of nights ago, I had a dream with Walter and Truman. They were happy and together. I don't necessarily believe that there is such a place...after all of this... but it did feel better for them.
My sadness now is entirely for me...the unwinding of a close emotional bond. Over the years, I could fuck up a lot of things in my life, but I always knew that Walter and Truman didn't give a shit. As long as I fed them, gave them head scritches and my lap or chest to sleep on, I could do no wrong.


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