Now, when I reach home after a long day and have some time to relax on the couch, I won't see her sleeping on the grandfather chair, the refrigerator, on my projects, on the mail desk, on the dining table, on the magazines underneath the dining table, or the sofa anymore. I feel so unhappy, like a part of me just shattered into pieces.
I'm still so angry at the imbecile that hit her with a car. I still don't understand how someone could be driving fast in a housing area or is blind enough to not see a huge cat crossing the road, especially when you should know that this neighbourhood has MANY cats that are being taken care of at many different houses!
If you go outside, out to the tarred road, you can see the Milly's blood stains on the road. You can see that she was hit right in the middle of the bloody fucking road. This shows that the person who hit my cat is a blind motherfucker who didn't even care enough to stop and help my cat. Just drove off after hitting her, IN THE FACE, possibly snapping her neck and leaving her to die a painful death. I'm so angry at you, you useless, heartless cunt.
My anger and frustration aside, I really hope that Milly had the happiest time with us. She was truly a loving, intelligent and beautiful cat. I really miss you Milly. I regret that the last time I saw you was only for that brief moment after coming back home and was too tired to stay up. I'm sorry I didn't get to hug you or brush your fur before you were accidentally taken away from us. I really really really miss you. And I wish you were still with us. :'( You're with Allah nao, and I hope you're a happy cat in the after life.

Me, disturbing Milly when she was trynna sleep. :)

She loved the camera <3

Cat at peace. <3

You see. She slept on my projects. She didn't only sleep on the drawings, she also slept on my models. That's how much she loved my work.

On the couch. <3

I was probably bothering her again.

Sleeping on my drawings again.

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