More pictures of Elliot
Found some more pictures of Elliot, thought I might as well upload them.
Sucks without him, the flat is so empty and boring. Can’t bring myself to keep the window closed at night either, lest having buried the wrong cat, and he was to come home.
I miss him so much.
I remember I used to make a noise like a dog sniffing, and he would get pissed of and swipe me. Usually my face if he was sitting on the desk. Was so funny, like “Shut the fuck up!” *whack*
It’s different when your own cat dies as well. Not like when my families cat’s have died because everyone knew them, but my flatmates didn’t really have much to do with him so it was just me and him, which makes the bond so much stronger.
Sucks so much. I’m so lost when I’m at home now, I don’t know what to do. Just walk around aimlessly sometimes. Glancing at all the places he used to sit, hoping he’ll be there. Used to look forward to coming home from work, to see him… now I wanna stay out.
I have to go and thank the guy from number 10 for picking him up off the road and taking him to the vets as well….
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