Today at a job I took off my shoes in some ones house and when it was time to leave 3hours later I could not find them anywhere. Eventually I had to leave hoping that I didn't leave them in a weird place like on top of their microwave or in the mailbox for God knows why.
I've been in a funk since Jibboo has past. Today I thought I saw him run past me while I was folding laundry. It's so lonely in the house and I think we are all feeling it. When Jibboo was around he and Amos ( our other cat) would fight all the time it came to the point where I thought about giving Amos up to another owner. I didn't of course because in the end I could never give an animal up but I never EVER thought I would miss my house sounding like a back alley. I miss all the trouble both cats gave me, eating each others food, fighting at the litter box and cleaning up after them twice a week. Its weird how you miss that stuff eventually.
Jibboos death really empathized how fragile life really is. We have been watching this real life cop show where they show the homicide departments in different cities and their cases that they get. It's kind of a graphic show because they show real dead bodies of actual living people. It's such a sad show since those are real people who woke up having no idea they were going to die that day. They put on their clothes, ate breakfast and the next thing you know they are gone. It's a scary thought but really one can go at any time there is no way of knowing what your final plan really is. I guess its a lesson on that you should live a loving and good life. Try not to take things for granted, live with limited regrets, let things go, and be a loving human being.
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