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.
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.
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