Cats never tell you when they’re hurting; they just become a little quieter, a little colder… until one day, you realize you’re missing the little soul that used to wait for you. And the cruelest part is knowing you would give anything just to hear that tiny “meow” one more time.

Miss you Chico...

Hey, stupid boy! Seven hours—that’s a full workday for an employee. Seven hours—that’s several long movies. Seven hours—that’s a trip between two cities. She was just a student. Go to hell, you shameless bastard. For Jane Doe,For Women