

Up until 3 years ago I was unfazed by the concept of death, unbothered even when relatives perished. I did not think much of it. Now, every year that goes by, I am tormented by the idea that Blue is a bit older than he was before. I have not once cried since adulthood. Around my 40s however, I fear I will.
Gonna pet my idiot a lot now 🥲









“I have my own Netflix and Google Drive and Spotify etc etc”