On July 26 I buried my beloved cat Ellen. Every time I think of my cat I get a pit in my stomach. I miss my girl.
Its now (almost) 5 years later. I still think of her often. She was only about 6 months old when I got sober.
I adopted her because I was just "COMING OUT" and it was a terrifying ordeal for me to come out. I thought once I came out nobody love but I would still have "ellen".. Well "ellen" was a one person cat. She loved me. She didn't care I was gay or straight. fat or thin. She was with from 1997 to 2008. We moved from Northridge to New Orleans to Bay St Louis MS. She is buried on our property there. I still think her little soul is still there guarding the home from mice!
Its now (almost) 5 years later. I still think of her often. She was only about 6 months old when I got sober.
I adopted her because I was just "COMING OUT" and it was a terrifying ordeal for me to come out. I thought once I came out nobody love but I would still have "ellen".. Well "ellen" was a one person cat. She loved me. She didn't care I was gay or straight. fat or thin. She was with from 1997 to 2008. We moved from Northridge to New Orleans to Bay St Louis MS. She is buried on our property there. I still think her little soul is still there guarding the home from mice!
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