The Percy Diaries

He was a constant in my life. Now some old habits have died.
An anchor. Now I am adrift.
A friend. Now life is colder.

He was a constant in my life. Now some old habits have died.
An anchor. Now I am adrift.
A friend. Now life is colder. 


Each time I see a live cat, tears well up in my eyes.

 

There's a cat which looks the spitting image of his younger self. This cat greatly distresses me.

 

He was like an older brother. And I liked to treat him as one of the family.

 

This sounds disjointed... Figures.

 

We used to wrap him up in a towel because he was notoriously difficult to give medicine to. He looked like a baby.

 

We wrapped him up in a towel on the day he died. His tail was stiff: I saw rigor mortis.

 

I took the day off school. I didn't want to face the world.

 

I love you, Percy. I love you.

The End

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