Today is Fluffy’s 1st anniversary & I just can’t believe it. One year has actually passed without him. It’s weird but we get used to life without our loved ones. Life goes on even when you bury a part of yourself.
Since he’s also God’s baby, so I hope wherever he is, he’s having loads & loads of fun. I still remember he used to enjoy his manhood like anything & when we got him neutered, he was also very happy. It’s like whenever I get my cats neutered or spayed, they usually don’t like it, but Fluffy enjoyed that unnatural phase as well.
Some memories are worth all the trouble. He never liked getting baptized. I still can’t forget the way he used to look at me. And I so miss holding him. There’s so much I want to say, but somehow words are just mere words…you can play with them, but when you really want to say something, you just can’t.
