So A Few Must Die To Bring Us Back To Where We Started

So .... the day that I wished would have never come, came. My little buddy, partner in crime, pal of a century, scratcher extrordinaire, Otto, has gone on to catch all the mice he wants and not get in trouble for it. Yeah, sadly (huge understatment) Otto has died. I can't even express in words of how I feel. Im blubbering like an idiot and thinking he'll run right back in to have some dinner. But I know that he will never eat his shredded cheese and fish dinner in his little bowl ever again. This really friggin blows, I'm totally in shock.

I had been having such a great day, too. It was such a beautiful day today, not a cloud in the sky. Sara and I decided to go to teh beach. It's so gorgeous down there. We grabbed coffee from Whitby's (thankyou Sally btw) and walked about, but mostly sat and chatted about life and the past, it was great. We made a quick stop by John's to say hello and chat then left so he could finish studying. When Sara pulled in my driveway to drop me off my brother looked really mad and I heard him yell. My mom came walking towards me in full blown tears. She managed to spit out the words "its Otto" and just held me.

I can't do this right now ...