Zanza is my cat. WAS my cat. For the past three years, we've shared our lives. She's a friendly one, and always managed to cheer me up with her playful antics. Hell knows I didn't intend on parting with her, but today I had to cut the chord. I've been forced to relocate quite suddenly, and it soon became apparent that I likely wouldn't be able to take her with me. I shut myself off from those fears back then, trying to focus on my grades. But today, as I delivered her at the pound, I felt like a traitor. Not only to her, but also to myself. Zanza was arguably the best thing that's ever happened to me - it might sound ridiculous but I love her more than any human I can think of - and I just surrendered her to some unknown fate. It all seems so worthless now, so empty and silent. I might have passed my exams but I'll never hear her meowing again when I put the key in my front door. Nor will her purring ever again wake me up.
In all my 26 years I have never, never felt such profound grief. I never cried at the death of any family member, there's been exactly one girl that's bothered me enough to weep over, but losing Zanza, like this... I can't seem to stop the tears from coming, it's insane. I feel like a broken man.
Anyways, thanks to you who managed to read this far. Sharing isn't really my thing, but I just couldn't keep this inside
[quote="lathian"]To be frank, I find the notion that innocent lives are of lesser value than those who murder the innocent to be equally reprehensible. I don't like that society will essentially allow a repeat of any atrocity so long as their own hands stay clean.[/quote]
. You also refer to it as "the bastard" 