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Sep 13, 2006 - 07:40 PM |
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Aww, my spot faced SoBe. |
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Yesterday I ran by a petshop to get some food for the damned dog at my place. Love the bastard but I constantly need to shower him. While waiting for the change I played with the chickies and rabbits. Even shoved a rooster comrade of mine.
Then I noticed a cat for 30Q, slightly less than four dollars. Generally, people in this country hate cats so I didn`t even consider buying her because I don`t live alone.
But it made me think of my cat SoBe. I wish I had pictures to show. I remember being really stressed in April while sitting in immigration jail. I had done over two years at that point and I just wanted out. I was dying. Then one day I call Lenore and she tells me SoBe is sick. The next day he`s dead. Just out of the blue. I couldn`t cry because of where I was, but that really fucking hurt. Even nowadays I realize I haven`t really REALLY realized he`s gone and I never even got to pet him one last time. Just a stray little guy that could easily sit on the palm of my hand when we found him. I was even a little mad when Lenore called him SoBe, but now I know no other name could have been better.
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