Sep 18 2006
Cotton
So if anybody knows me, they know my undescriable attachemnent to my dogs. (Alex calls is unhealthy, but does he understand the enormity of a dog’s kiss? Or how they’ll let you cuddle with them even if they hate it? Or that taking a million pictures of him is ok? ) Cotton has been my one faithful companion for a long time, outlasting any man, friendship, and current fashion trend (die leggings die!)
He is now gone. Through circumstances out of my control, my dad gave him up about 2 weeks ago and now doesn’t know where he is. It had taken me a long while to accept that he is gone, and now, a part of me feels even more hopeless about going home. I’ve had that dog for about 10 years and I feel a large of chunk of myself is gone now. Which makes staying in Montreal a little more trying.
Sigh.
Life moves on rather… unfittingly?
