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I once wrote a die hard knockoff where Kofi Annan was captured by terrorist zombiesRIP Kofi Annan
I once wrote a die hard knockoff where Kofi Annan was captured by terrorist zombies
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Having 6+ hard drives die on me in the last 3 years has really put my personal archives at a complete loss; all I have of my juvenile literary career is the cringe-worthy stories I wrote in college -- which contain no terrorists or zombies =/I second this @Bogs
I know that pain, bro. It reminds me of a similar thing that happened to my mother's cat. After advice from my sis and a vet, she regrettably had to put her down. Not only was my mom upset but so was my cat because the two got along well. It sucks losing a friend.My mom had to put my cat down (somewhat) unexpectedly this morning.
She had been rapidly losing weight and vomiting a lot the last couple months, but otherwise seemed active and normal. My mom called me yesterday and said she seemed off, and then this morning called me in tears and said it wasn't looking good and that she wanted my blessing to do what needed to be done if it came to that. She called me a few hours later and said that the vet found a large tumor in her intestine, and that it would be best to say goodbye.
I loved that cat to death. She was my best buddy and the only sense of stability I had over a very tumultuous ten years in my life between my brother dying and my parent's marriage falling apart. I always felt guilty over leaving her two years ago when I decided that it was high time to unfuck myself, but took solace in the fact that she would be in good hands with my mom who loved her as much as I did, and that I would be back for her when I finally "grew up". My heart breaks for my mom too, who has to now come home to an empty house.
It hasn't really hit me yet. I have always been terrible with handling grief. I spent all day at the driving range pounding balls through the mental fog so I wouldn't have to think about it, but now I'm just sitting in the dark staring at a blank computer screen, wondering what I can do to keep myself busy.