Sweet. :D

I need to send you a picture of my cat at some point

Daww. Such a cutie.

The cutest!

Most definitely.

Kawaii

It looks a bit like Hi- *reads description* ok then :D

Aaaaw, sooo cuuuuuuute!!! :3

eeeeee!

looks like my beloved childhood pet, malibu.
~happy and sad at the same time~

got her when i was eight and had her for ten years until i left for collage. she lasted a good six more after that point but i always wished i could have brought her with me, though a nice quiet country retirement was good for her. before she passed i had the pleasure of sharing housing with different people who owned pets, a pug a mini dobie, a Siamese cat which i naturally glomped to the most , and then sheba... an adorable old German shepherd dog who was so docile and cute.

now all i have are cats in my apartment building, we live on the ground floor next to only 3 other renters with a closed off hallway. they all have cats (4) plus a 5th one who a fur friend of ours owns in the building. so they just let the doors stay open ( all but our own as my roomie doesn't want too much cat hair inside). though it is cool coming and going, you never know when you may see when you come home or open the door. i must say it helps fill my cat-afinity quota just getting to pet and use cat toys to play with them.

though nothing would i want more than to hug my old malibu again. your cat is the mirror image of her. i still have dreams about her, and then i wake up and am sad because i remember she has been gone for almost seven years now

she even had the one bit of larger black on the side of the nose and the smaller black dot on the other side just like yours does ^^

Aw! I'm so sorry for your loss, but they'll always be with you.

indeed. the last few years have taught me that. after i lost her i lost three family members in the course of the last six years. it has been a trial but i guess we are always intended to survive the ones we loose so that they live on in memory

For sure. I tell my self every day.. and I've told my self that everyday for 2 years since I lost my dad. It helps.
It helps that I have my faith too. Knowing that someday I'll see my dad again... now I know that death isn't goodbye, it's more like. "See you later."

i lost my father in October. it was less than two years after my grandmother so it was way to eerie being back in the same cemetery when my last memory of there was standing next to my father and seeing the man cry which i cant ever remember seeing. i was just starting to become open to thoughts and feelings which i normally just ignore or repress as ive never been one to be shaken or break down. i guess i just get affected subtle slow and over a long time. which is why a year and a half later when i am just starting to release the breath i had been holding on to, my dad passes suddenly and unexpectedly. i guess its weird cause my defenses were still up to shield myself and thus i could barely feel, i was so numb to pain. yet i was weakened from the first death and so extra vulnerable

hmm.. Ive talked a bit to friends irl but as much as i wanted to talk in a journal, but i hardy mentioned it at all beyond just the news of it. it is weird i guess i had taken a lot of time to myself before i even felt like it. and then when i tried no words came out. this is why my new project means so much to me. long story short, i write and draw, and have found much healing through storytelling. recently i created my new project and it starts very much with this experience, even if i always write supernatural horror fiction. thus it sort of goes into magic and monsters and other such things. i guess in a way to make the fictional reality more scary so that the real one is not so bad. but also to express some things i cant speak about, little things mostly, things i keep thinking are trivial but they do matter...

what is even odder is that you helped me sit put and talk about it, even if a bit condensed and lacking huge context. thanks ^_^. nothing super secret and no revelations. just i guess when i heard you lost your father also i realized the path i am walking now is one you are also walking but 2 years means you have endured it longer and gained much wisdom from your own journey. this winter i watched wild. it was a simple enough movie and is sort of my kind of movie anyway so i was more entertained than contemplative. but the connections really felt like me, almost as if to say i could have ended up in as bad a place but chose to walk a different path. though it is a movie about someone coping with their loss by literally going on a journey. and of course i thought of my father and that was enough to get even me to cry a bit.

at any rate.. my mind is a bit spinning on the topic but thanks . felt good to share, even to a stranger ^_^ ~Paw shakes~