On November 10th, my life became tied and joined with a wonderful group of people. I had cited my vows and made my promises of loyalty, love, and faith. In other words, I, the girl who had broken many a heart inadvertently, married the man I thought I would never be blessed to have; Darketobias. I gained a beautiful group of people as family and thrust myself into a foreign land, leaving my loving family and friends in Canada. The transition was difficult, but I am adapting.
On November 24th, my feline treasure of fourteen years of age passed away. He had been diagnosed with Diabetes just before I left and we opted not to treat him. He's lived a long and hearty life, and treating him would make him miserable. Soon he'd learn that after every meal, he gets a shot. So he'd learn to not eat, and hide when we start forcing him to eat. For a fourteen-year-animal, this is crueler than treating him. After I had left, he became gravely ill, and his kidneys, lungs, and heart were presumed to be failing. So, gently, tenderly, he died with a shot in the arms of my mother. My closest friend.
R.I.P: Coco Peanutbuttercup Crowhurst.
I gained a new life, a new family, but lost a part of my heart.
