alrighty then. im ready now
Towards the end of July, my cat of 15 years, passed.
Between managing my two parents, their new families, and new households, then losing him... I had left my social medias at a standby.
Late August I started college, and I can believe the opportunity to escape, it has already given me. I am grateful.
Fall comes as a change in seasons and I have shifted along with it. I have always known running away from my struggles would only save my heart for so long and I sit here now knowing I have to take it on, and everything else life is throw at me. I must embrace the uphill battle, if not for the hope held by my future, then for the strength it will grant me.
So yes, I am back. I will begin to market myself once again, then be moving to a professional account soon. Those who are interested, I will keep informed.
Thank you for the support you have all given me in various times, it keeps me moving.
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I'd like to share the story of my dear cat's life.
His name was Sully, in recognition of the Monster's Inc. character "Sully" whom Boo calls kitty. At the age of 3, it was my most favourite movie and the only rightful name for the white and grey kitten. He was only 2 months old.
God I could share so many stories about the liveliness of this cat, he was such a character in his own. At one point, he was the fattest, happiest cat I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I taught him how to push a basketball around, and dance. His favourite activity was to sit at the window chirping at birds.
Mid-late July, I had found he had lost the majority of his weight and became bony. I brought him up to spend 24 hours with me, in an attempt to heal my kitty again. He would eat and drink but never very much, the whole time he was so loving. After 3 days, he gave up eating completely and at the end of day 4, I knew his time with me was coming to an end. Sully followed me everywhere those few days, room to room, and after a day of sitting with him I found he no longer could move when I started moving to go to bed. He didn't lift his head, and no longer purred.
So I laid there crying my thanks to him. I got back up after 30min or so again and walked to the other side of the house, exhausted in everyway possible and knowing that an hour of sleep would do everyone better than nothing, I had stopped functioning. I turned to see Sully having gathered what strength he had left, to come with me one last time. I held him in my arms for a long time before returning him to his favourite spot he'd come from.
It was 8 hours later he passed quietly in his home, surrounded by love.
I have purposefully left details out, but I can guarantee my family and I did everything we could for him.