Early high school memories. I used to do alotta partying when I was younger & the time I spent w/ those old friends are something that I cherrish.Of all the memories in your lifetime, which one makes you melancholy?
makes me sad that I didn't high school years like that, i was a fuckin bookwormEarly high school memories. I used to do alotta partying when I was younger & the time I spent w/ those old friends are something that I cherrish.
Good times that I've been trying to recapture. Chasing time.
No use dwelling on shoulda, coulda, woulda bro. Yer life today is because of what you've made it.makes me sad that I didn't high school years like that, i was a fuckin bookworm
Two come to mind, seeing my Step-Grandfather in the hospital dying of heart failure in a comma... and having our cat die in my arms rushing her to the vet-hospital.
I would never minimize the pain of losing a little pet. I had two cats, Christopher and Gray both die in my arms, Christopher had a stroke and only lived a few minutes during which time I petted him and talked to him and Gray got into a poison outside and came in and fell over dying, I picked him up to head for the clinic but he died almost within a heartbeat. I still see them in my mind.
Loosing Kerrigan in my arms was more traumatizing and horrific than any loss I've had in my life, I think because it was the first I was there for to witness first hand... seeing how fragile life really is, how it can literally, slip through your fingers in an instant when you least expect it.
Kerrigan died from pancreatitis, shut down some of her major organs.
All I can say is I know about how it feels.
I had a cat named Sugar and I called her Sugarbear. I got her when I was 10 and we grew up together. For a few days that summer when I was 18 she was acting strange. She was normally a very social cat and was my shadow most of the time. I was too busy that summer as I had enlisted to be on the dance team for my senior year and had summer practice, to notice she was not on my bed that night when I got home. I just settled in and thought she was outside chasing a bug or two and would be in shortly. Morning came and she was still not on my bed, and I found her hiding underneath a table. I got her out and she was just not acting right. I had a lunch date with some friends and in my mind thought that she was just sick but that she would be alright. I got in my car and headed off to meet my friends. I got home that night and realized that Sugar was just not acting right at all and when my mom said something I knew she was ill. Mother, having worked for a vet for many years told me she thought she should go but seeing as how we didn't have much money it was hard to do. As this day went on Sugar went downhill fast and she died in my arms with a cry I hope I never hear again.
What killed her was a rat that she had eaten had eaten rat poison across the street in the neighbors basement (her favorite hunting ground). We had an autopsy done on her (my grandfather paid for it),and that was the cause. The neighbors son had put it out and didn't tell his mom who always let us know because she knew how much I loved that cat.
To this day, I'm still not over it and I'm 32. I'm still reluctant to get another one.
I won't ever own another cat or dog....I am too old to bear the unnecessary pain again.
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