Till Death Do Us Part

My baby is gone. I will never see him again, pet him again, cuddle with him. Never. Nothing has ever hit me this hard.

I was abruptly woken up this morning by my neighbor. Fatty had gotten into her yard, and her 3 dogs attacked him. She wanted his owner to get him, so he could feel love and not be as scared. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was gone. There was blood trickling from his stomach where one of the dogs had bitten him. 

He moved. I let myself have hope he was still alive. But I knew. How could I be so stupid? I just finished that Forensic Anthropology class. I knew about postmortem muscle spasms. Another movement. My neighbor drove us to her vet. The nurses took him back and I was put in an exam room while they looked to see what they could do.

The vet came back with the news. He'd been dead for a bit; he didn't die on their table. I told him about the movements; he explained the postmortem muscle spasms. How would he know that I knew? 

I would be able to deal with it a little bit better if I knew that he died comfortably at an old age. He was lying in dirt; which he loved rolling in. He might have been sunbathing; which he definitely loved. But Fatty wasn't old. He would've been 9 this summer. It's not young by any means, but it was before his time. He died in agony. It wasn't a painless death where he fell asleep and didn't wake up. He was attacked. He was in pain. He was not comfortable.

I can already feel myself spiraling. I don't want to work, eat, go to school, or talk to anybody. I don't even want to sleep. 

My last memento of Fatty is a dirty paw print in plaster. The last picture we took together was on Valentines Day. 

I can still see him walking down the halls. I go into the bathroom expecting to see him laying on the rugs, belly up. I keep thinking I'm going to hear him meowing at my door. Wanting to be let in. Wanting to cuddle. 

My little Fatty Cupcake, my Baby Zin. 

I will always miss you. I will always love you. Wherever you are now, please know that.

I'm so sorry. 

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

We went to the Renaissance Faire today and had the absolute best time. I hadn't been for almost a decade and you had never been so we weren't exactly sure what to expect, and I don't think either of us expected to be there for as long as we were.

Even the drive up to Gold Canyon was fun, Talking about random things, kinda catching up, mostly just talking about the important little things. Family, what we think about religion, etc. It's nice that those conversations come up all the time now.

For the first couple of hours at the faire, we just walked around. Took in the sites, looked at a couple of ye olde shoppes. We saw a show when I started feeling nauseous, although sword swallowing is probably not the best show to see when you're feeling a bit sick...

We spent a lot of time at the individual games. Paintball, Archery, Crossbow, Ninja Stars, and Ax Throw. We split all but the Ax Throw so that it wasn't crazy expensive. You found out I'm actually a decent shot. It was funny to see your shock and amazement. And you did the strongman and actually rang the bell. Ye Olde Kyng :)

More laughing and joking. You made a joke about us living together. But the thing about you making jokes about stuff like that, means that it's actually crossed your mind, You've thought a bit about it and you don't think it'll make it weird to joke about it. It's almost your version of testing the waters. See how I react to the joke.

You think of me as yours. Which is kind of a "Duh." thing, but it's always nice to hear you say it; just in case i'm wrong. You also want to make our trip to the Ren Faire a yearly thing. They say planning ahead in terms of future instead of plans is always a good sign in a relationship. I know it makes me happy.

I wanted to do a caricature of us. I expected you to try to talk me out of it, but you were pretty excited for it. I told you next year we'd have to do the period costume pics.

Every time we have a great time, I always think that I couldn't fall for you more. And every time we have even a greater time, That gets proven wrong. Previously my favorite memories were of us laying in bed, just talking about everything. After today, it's definitely the Ren Faire. I always love seeing what the future holds for us.

An Insignificant Weekend

This weekend has been a bad one. Emotionally more than anything else.

My step mom invited me to girls night last night. I broke other plans to go to it for the sake of trying to be somewhat of a family. It got canceled; which normally would be fine, but I didn't find out that it was canceled until I showed up for the event and no one else was there. J was in her pajamas even. They forgot they had even invited me so then they forgot they needed to tell me it was canceled.

I live in a house where no one likes me. And since our last fight, I've pretty much just been ignoring them and they've been ignoring me. That's fine, I don't mind being alone. But every once in awhile, I need company. And when none of my 3 friends are available, I get lonely. I needed a friend last night when I found out my own family had forgotten me. No one was available.

People generally dislike me when they meet me. It's become so commonplace now that I pretty much expect people to not like me. I've never had an issue with it, but when loneliness hits me so hard that I can't breathe, I always wish people liked me more.

With all of these combined, I felt insignificant last night. Did anybody care? If I disappeared tomorrow, who would notice? Who would really want me back? Do I even make a mark on this world?

I know those all sound like suicidal thoughts, but suicide has never been a big thought in my mind. I couldn't take my own life, and I hope someone would miss me.

Early into the morning, I was still feeling insignificant and thinking about things that I shouldn't have. I haven't seen my mother since Christmas. I don't know what happened between moving to and from Iowa, but our relationship changed. She was once one of my very best friends. We talked about anything and everything. Now I hardly ever talk to her. In fact, I don't even feel welcome in her house.

I finally passed out from crying so much and felt better when I woke up this morning. Was doing quite fine until Joey snapped at me from out of nowhere. I tried to make a joke over text and I got the reply "What the fuck is your problem?" We don't ever snap at each other. We've never been in a fight. But instead of saying sorry when he realized that I wasn't being bitchy, it was "my bad." Do I not mean enough to get a sorry? Here comes feeling insignificant again.

Is anybody out there? Can anyone hear me? Please, I must matter to someone.