My girlfriend’s cat was put to sleep Sept 9th. After doing this we went to a bar. There was a strange energy. It was the day after this guy named Jamie’s 44th birthday. He said no one had remembered his birthday. Not it 13 year old daughter, ex wife, or anyone at work or friends. He was out drinking on a Friday night to celebrate his birthday. Jamie bought be me a spicy bloody mary. He had been doing his job for a couple of years and he wanted to do something different. He had a friend from work he had known 10 years that was having his first kid, he had been married 1.5 years. Just seemed odd like the world was trying to tell me something.
That weekend we went to do the Virginia Creeper trail. Just been thinking about the cat(Fang). I guess my brain started to remember all the pets I cared about that died. Popcorn(also called stupie), Jac(also called squeaky), and Gertrude. I also thought a lot about my dad.
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