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Cremains has a minion!

the Brokenhearted Kitty

Cremains
Legacy Name: Cremains

The

Graveyard Fester
Owner: Bird

Age: 6 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: January 8th, 2020

Adopted: 5 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: July 8th, 2020

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

Level: 53
Strength: 62
Defense: 13
Speed: 12
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 110
Books Read: 110
Food Eaten: 2
Job: Store Manager

“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”

I write to those of you who can't write back, in the hopes that someone someday finds this scrape of paper, and probably insignificant items to you today, but they were once precious to me. I'm dying today. It's been a long road, and I'm so incredibly tired. I've been exhausted for a long time, not that I admitted that to myself until today. I've been running on fumes for the last 5 years at least... Maybe more.

As you know the world, as we knew it, ended. Humans though as they are, are stubborn, and persistent. We didn't want to admit defeat, even though I think we knew there was no coming back. The flames surrounded us. But still, we desperately clawed against the walls enclosing in on us. Sad or poetic I don't know.

I fought for her, kept up the guise that everything would be okay, that we would survive. Then it took her away from me. Cruelly and unflinching, no begging would do, no desperate cries into the night would fix it, or stop its March.

I tried to make her last night comfortable. As much as she could be comfortable. A soft melody echoed around us, I held her hand and stroked her hair. Talked about our past triumphs and failures, like when I set the stove on fire trying to cook for you on one of our anniversaries. You banned me from the kitchen that day.

I sat there for a while, still holding her hand till it went cold. My ring felt heavy on my finger.

It happened in spring, which added to the cruelty. How dare flowers be growing, through the cracks of death and destruction and you are taken away.

I placed little flowers around you, I don't know their names, even though you told me them, so many times. Pointing them out on one of our first dates...and I cannot deny the little satisfaction it gave me to rip them out of the ground now today, even though I know you loved them.

You still looked beautiful, with a halo of flowers in your hair. Just as gorgeous as our wedding day all those years ago. I can still picture you that day. I cried like a baby. I will forever love you.

What's left of my life here is gone with you. I know you made me promise you, to try to keep going, but I just can't. I'm sorry, I hope you forgive me and I hope to see you again soon my dear.

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