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:

today a friend told me that his wife wants to separate. i have no idea how to help him. he lives many miles away, and i have little advice to offer on the subject.

he is a wonderful and genuinely caring person.

i am heart broken that this is happening to him. he speaks of his family with love and adoration.

the only advice i can possibly give, are words that would not be helpful so soon.

the photo i took today was to talk about exciting news happening this week.

but i haven't the heart.

maybe wednesday...