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Aug. 14th, 2001 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ragdoll13I hate crying. Especially over stupid things.
I was just sitting here watching the cats, and it occured to me how completely clueless they are. They have no idea that I'm about to uproot and move again. Will they miss this little place? Cats seem to have more capacity for sentimental memory than dogs do, but I don't know how far that goes. On the one hand, Cassie has been through this before. It's pretty chaotic to her, but she's eventually okay. Oliver... I don't think anything could phase him.
Oliver is the most adorable creature. He's the most perfect... Oliver... that I could ever imaging having. I wouldn't change a single thing about him. He's watching a fly on the ceiling right now, his eyes wide, his posture attentive... and even in hunt mode, he is the most playful looking, cutest thing I have ever seen. Cassie is lying down for a bit. She seems mostly recovered from her little bout of whatever. She has been the most loyal, most affectionate, kindest companion, and she has truly been with me through the hardest parts of my adult life. These cats give new meaning to the idea of unconditional love. They love me the same if I gain weight or lose it... they don't care if the house is dirty, or if I'm poor. They just love me. And trust me. Hell, they still love me if I forget to feed them one day. They are incredible friends, free of two-faced deception.
And it's going to break my heart to have to leave them in some dirty shelter. Because you know they'll think that I'll be back.
I need to find another way. I can't repay their friendship like that. But I've looked and looked, and there's nothing else. And I'm running out of time.
I was just sitting here watching the cats, and it occured to me how completely clueless they are. They have no idea that I'm about to uproot and move again. Will they miss this little place? Cats seem to have more capacity for sentimental memory than dogs do, but I don't know how far that goes. On the one hand, Cassie has been through this before. It's pretty chaotic to her, but she's eventually okay. Oliver... I don't think anything could phase him.
Oliver is the most adorable creature. He's the most perfect... Oliver... that I could ever imaging having. I wouldn't change a single thing about him. He's watching a fly on the ceiling right now, his eyes wide, his posture attentive... and even in hunt mode, he is the most playful looking, cutest thing I have ever seen. Cassie is lying down for a bit. She seems mostly recovered from her little bout of whatever. She has been the most loyal, most affectionate, kindest companion, and she has truly been with me through the hardest parts of my adult life. These cats give new meaning to the idea of unconditional love. They love me the same if I gain weight or lose it... they don't care if the house is dirty, or if I'm poor. They just love me. And trust me. Hell, they still love me if I forget to feed them one day. They are incredible friends, free of two-faced deception.
And it's going to break my heart to have to leave them in some dirty shelter. Because you know they'll think that I'll be back.
I need to find another way. I can't repay their friendship like that. But I've looked and looked, and there's nothing else. And I'm running out of time.
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Date: 2001-08-14 09:21 pm (UTC)If not, is there anyone you know who would take them in?
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Date: 2001-08-14 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-08-16 12:36 pm (UTC)