This Is Me

​I think I’ve finally reached that point in my life where I really don’t care what people think of me or say about me. 

If I want to wear a men’s shirt, I will. If I want to stay in all weekend and play a computer game, I will. If I want to pubicly show my love for my female partner, I will. If I want to have pictures of cats plastered everywhere, I will. If I want to bogan myself up, I will. If I want to be loud and obnoxious like my ADD urges me to be.

You can stare. You can judge. You can say it makes you sad. You can pity me. You can say I’m too loud. The truth is that I don’t give a shit what you think. I like who I am as a person. 

FYI – not aimed at any individual. This is just a realization I wanted to share. 

My Furbaby Is Gone

​I held her all the way home, I cried more and I have buried her in a pot with her favourite blanket. I am sure many more tears will come as I adjust to a life without my beautiful furbaby. We weren’t together long but she was the perfect adopted fur daughter for me. 

When I first got her, she was timid. If you tried to pat her on the head she would shrink away. She hated being touched anywhere except for her back. I gained her trust though. Eventually I was able to pat her on the head, belly, chest and legs. I could pick her up and cuddle for minutes at a time. Zoe always wanted to be close without being on you. She was a beautiful cat. I am disappointed that she left me so soon, but do not regret a single moment of our companionship. 

I don’t know what happens when we die zoe, but I will miss you more than words express and I hope you are at peace.

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