An unexpected departure.
I don’t really know how to go about starting this, so here is the letter I put in her coffin.
I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you died. However it happened.
I wish I’d been home.
I wish I’d let you sleep on my bed more often and I wish I’d held you more even though I know you’d never have allowed it.
I’ll miss you headbutting me, and purring when I nuzzled you back.
I’ll miss your giant paws and the fur between your toes that you didn’t like anyone touching. You were ticklish, I suppose.
I’ll miss your silent meow, and your really, really loud one.
I’ll take care of Sherlock and Agatha. They miss their mum, I think they know.
Dad misses you too. He’s a complete wreck.
I don’t remember the last kiss I gave you but I hope that you do.
You were beautiful, and you always will be to me.
Rest in peace, Toastie.
I love you. We all do.
I sat with her for a while and asked her to wake up. My breathing made her fur move up and down like her heartbeat did, and it tore me to pieces every time I held my breath and she remained still.
"If you won’t wake up, I hope you have a great sleep."
Toast’, I’ve loved you for six years and I’ll love you for many more.
Goodbye, my darling.
One year ago today she died. One year ago tomorrow we buried her.
I’m finding it.. difficult.
12:25 am • 17 July 2014 • 555 notes
“Do you ever get that where you fall asleep, and you wake up..”
”I wasn’t fini-”
12:06 am • 17 July 2014 • 6 notes
Out shopping today and I was like “Ohh dad, these would be perfect to wear on September 2nd.” - it took him a minute, then he rolled his eyes and smirked. September 2nd is my birthday.
I’m popping them away until then, but a quick snap was in order.
Dream shoes. 👞
8:34 pm • 16 July 2014 • 11 notes
There are few things worse than being unreliable.
Lack of communication is definitely one of those things.
Having no semblance of common courtesy actually disgusts me.
Show some tact.
11:22 pm • 15 July 2014 • 7 notes
This is literally my everyday ensemble.
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12:43 am • 15 July 2014 • 1,287 notes
I have a love/loathe relationship with Pete Campbell.
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7:04 pm • 14 July 2014 • 2,181 notes
Hey man, not much. Just crying into my keyboard at the cat rehoming page on SSPCA at 2am. You?
2:21 am • 14 July 2014 • 4 notes
Hair change! Also putting my seven years of Photoshop experience to good use.
7:39 pm • 12 July 2014 • 24 notes
Sooo. If a friend of a friend of a friend of mine’s cousin wanted to watch Maleficent online, where would I direct him or her? Obviously after I direct him or her to the nearest mirror to take a good long look at him or herself because piracy is atrocious. But before that.
Where would I point?
11:44 pm • 11 July 2014 • 4 notes
I took a front and side portrait of my loaf for my hairdresser. The benefits of having a photographer as your client.
I woke up this morning having forgotten the haircut entirely, and it was such a pleasant surprise when I looked in the mirror. I fell in love with it all over again.
10:08 pm • 9 July 2014 • 32 notes
I had my hair hacked off this afternoon, and I’m absolutely in love with it.
Just the change I needed.
5:34 pm • 8 July 2014 • 98 notes