A habit hard to break
17 Jan 2011 12:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wayfaringwordhackOur cat Max went missing four months ago, but every time I pass the front the door, I look outside to see if he isn't sitting regally on the landing, tail curled around his paws, waiting to be let in.
Even though I keep looking, I don't believe he's coming back. Not this time.
Rest in peace wherever you are, Maxwell Soot.
Even though I keep looking, I don't believe he's coming back. Not this time.
Rest in peace wherever you are, Maxwell Soot.
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Date: 19 Jan 2011 03:22 am (UTC)But remember, it's just as likely he's curled in some little kid's lap, lost but getting just as much attention and love as he did at home.
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