At sea

My original plan was to quit my job and then spend a week hanging out with the cat instead of doing anything. Instead his health problems got worse - much worse - very quickly, and he passed away Monday the 18th. Now not only am I mourning my friend but the structure of attending to his daily needs is gone; I feel unmoored, to say the least.

He was the first pet I've had as an adult, and the first cat I've spent any real time with. I don't want to write about him in detail yet, or really talk about him with anyone who didn't know him personally, but I'm gutted. I keep expecting him to come stomping around after me, hum-yelling with his mouth closed and worming his way between me and whatever I'm working on, but it's just quiet now.

I've been making a memorial suncatcher for him - I'm waiting for my order from chandelierparts dot com (strongly recommend window shopping there) to arrive, but I'm going to put some of his fur in a locket and hang it up somewhere nice. I also have a much-neglected neocities I want to put a memorial page on - fucked up to have grief override my terrible computer burnout. I really miss my guy.