Blackseraphine

I'm fucking crying like an idiot.

My last cat... she came to me to say goodbye. 

I knew. She knew. That's why she came back.

She was missing. The way that cats do when they die. But she came back to say goodbye.

And I couldn't be with her and wait it out. I gave her some time but not enough time. I did my chores and I went home. I spent time with her but not how much she wanted and needed. Because I couldn't. I couldn't handle it. She was so needy and I was so empty... so emotionally incapable of handling it. I recoiled.

A shit human being.