meow

i moved today. it's a pretty sweet apartment. i'm really glad i found it.

...but this is the first night in awhile that i didn't go to bed with a purring kitty by my pillow.

when i moved to halifax i missed him, but not like this. i guess before, he was still youthful & active, but in the last 2 months he has really gone downhill. he lives in my room. he lost a LOT of weight. he doesn't play. his appetite went downhill. he doesn't even drool when i pet him...

now i know that his days are numbered, i can SEE it. i feel like i'm wasting them by leaving and my heart aches. we've been through a lot of homes together.
a lot of lives.

he's my itty bitty kitty. my old man cat.
i can bury my head in his side. nuzzle the top of his head. pet his belly. wrap my arm around him & fall asleep.
he'll never squirm away, he trusts me that much.

my kitty-less new room: