Day 190 - 5:38pm, 10 July 2019
Apollo (aka Polly) went to the vet today but did not come back. I feel guilty that he is dead and guilty that I let him spend half his life with someone else. I didn't expect his death to hit me this hard. I effectively lost him five or six years or go, and I haven't really given him a second thought in the past couple of years.
You don't know what you have until it is completely out of reach. I miss his purr, his clambering aboard my chest and plonking himself as close to my face as he can muster, an incredible and irrepressible ball of fluff, with total trust in me. He was my baby before I had my own. RIP little fellow, rest in peace.
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