I'm not really stronger than anyone. I just saw how upset my mom was, even though she wasn't even the biggest fan of this cat when he was alive. She was freaking out, and I knew that if I lost it, she'd completely go off the deep end, possibly not even make it to work.
I cried in private, even though my body wanted to vomit and weep inconsolably. Zazzles, again, was my cat, loved me, and would follow me to my place and sleep in my bed. I'd hoped, more than anything, he'd just wandered off and found new people he dug, but he was so attached to me, that was honestly unrealistic. I cried over him a few times, but I told myself he was happy and with a new family.
He wasn't. He was just trapped under my pool liner, without having disturbed the liner itself. I don't even know how or why he got under there, but he was clearly frozen solid for several months.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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