I don't think I would either. Life is important because some day it will end. I love that animal more than I can fathom. He's been in my life since I was four, and I have memories involving him all through my life. I'm 20 now, and all I can say is that I'm lucky to have had him in my life this long.
As part of getting ready for my days with out him, I've been spending a lot of time with him, taking pictures of him, ect. I'm even crying as I write this. Yeah, how 'manly' of me..
He's in my room right now, half on my bed, half on my knee (desk is at the foot of my bed.) and acting real weird. Breathing weird, being unresponsive, ect. I'm ******** scared.
Worse than my fear of needles.
Worse than my fear of bridges over deep water.
Worse than my fear of abandonment.
I fear his death much more.
I don't want to lose him..
To ensure that I never lose his memory, I've been taking pictures.. A lot of them.. Figured I would upload a few now.
