I was staying at my parents' when my husband called me, crying. I thought something had happened to his mum or something, but it was Puck. He choked on his food As a kitten I often told him his eating habits would kill him someday and now it has We even had a special foodbowl so he couldn't vacuum it all up in one go, but one bite was all it took in the end. I'm very sad, though I'm also glad that he wasn't alone (Peter even tried to resuscitate him) and that he died doing his favourite thing: eating. I miss him though. He was my baby, always trying to get my attention and actually listening to what I said, trying to cheer me up when needed, making me laugh. I felt guilty the last couple of weeks for not being able to give him all the attention he wanted and deserved. I miss him.
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Post by raspberrybullets on May 17, 2019 10:02:04 GMT
I'm so sorry Mari.
The sight filled the northern sky; the imensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from Heaven itself, great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled. Pale green and rose-pink, and as transparent as the most fragile fabric, and at the bottom edge a profound fiery crimson like the fires of Hell, they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skillful dancer. ~ Northern Lights