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What she said.

As well as: two of the kittens died last night. The kitten-kittens, not ours. Though Little Brother is still missing. There was one kitten who seemed twice as healthy as all the others put together, and he/she (I think he) is fine, but the remaining two weren't eating, barely moving. They both died while I was holding them - or possibly one of them waited until I passed him over to Jen.

God damn, I hate that life is so fucking fragile.

I hate that it ends.

I hate that we don't know what happens, when it ends.

I hate that things keep happening to remind me of this, so I can't wrap myself up in my own little world of fandom-related denial, swimming around inside the boundaries of a universe where we *know* people have souls, there's a Heaven, some people come back, and some people live forever.

Gee, and you thought I fell into Buffyfandom because vampires are sexy? (No, that would be why I *stayed* ;-) )

In other news, I'm at home. With headache from hell, but also waiting, hopefully, for Little Brother to show up at the door.


Condolences

ex_patchouli765

2001-11-16 09:59 am (UTC) (Link)

I'm sorry. I can't think of anything more eloquent to say other than that.

Re: Condolences

mpoetess

2001-11-17 12:22 am (UTC) (Link)

Thanks yer.

Well, at least his Royal Pain-in-the-Assed-Ness returned, just when we were leaving to see Harry Potter. Himself is rolling about on the office floor, purring, and generally trying to convice me that he wasn't missing for an entire fucking day, and I shouldn't be pissed at him.

And the remaining kitten seems to be full of fire and brimstone, and bitches to high heaven when you pick him/her up.

(The kitten actually in the piccie is none of the above; it's my cat, Aberdeen, about 6 years ago. Now she's a gigantic fluffy force of nature, who bats away all who stand between her and the kitty kibble.)