coolenough2's blog post - death week

Any week that starts with having your only pet put to sleep is bound to be a bad week, I guess.

I had never experienced that. It was terrible. The doctor gave my cat a shot and I petted the poor guy and talked to him. I told him he was a good cat, which was really true. I miss him terribly. He convulsed a couple times and that was it. And my god did I lose it. I'm so glad my girlfriend stuck with me after seeing me break down like that. Jesus. She was a saint.

Michael Jackson, Farah Fawcett and a nearby music festival all died this week, too. And I kind of didn't give a shit, because I was a lot fonder of my cat, who kept me company all the time I was alone in my apartment.

I had two cats at one time. One went outside about a year ago and just didn't come back. I looked for him and called the humane shelter, but no luck.

I don't want to get too far into the subject, but I have been thinking a good bit about the shadow that death casts on life at all times. I think that these reminders of mortality should probably teach us to live better lives.

They should. But they never do. We just keep doing the same shit. And that's kind of sad, too, but it's life. It's just the way it is, and it's better than the alternative.

"The night is young, the sky is deep
For all we know, the whole world's asleep
We've got to let them go
The fire is hot but your hand is cold
Let's fall in love before we get old
Watch the fire glow

Everything
Is going to change
Isn't it strange?
How everything
Will change"

"Bonfire" Rhett Miller