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I don't know how many people think about life-changing moments of their own (or of others), but I do. I've had plenty of those. And while I'm not going to detail all of them now, I'll talk about one.
You see, I've been looking at my past to discover that moment when it happened, and while there were things before, and plenty of ones after, it was at this exact point when I realized that my life would change. It was the day my cat died. Yeah, I know it sounds in such a way that would make plenty of jokes, but I don't give a damn. I'm not going to say that I was the most empathetic person in the world at that point, but after it, nope. Not even going to try. It's just not coming. It was also the last time I had a big cry (yes Cure, boys do cry). Kuki (awww...yeah, don't) was his name, and he perished in a stupid way, an accident really, as we were living on the 4th floor of a 4 story building, and with our windows open all night (summer time heat, man), he slept on the ledge every time. Well, as it's my understanding, a big gust of wind came, brought the windows in and jolted him over the edge (I'm trying to be funny. I shouldn't). That was it. Kaput. The cleaning lady of the area found him, and told my dad about it. And things haven't been the same since. While I wasn't, and still am not, the biggest fan on pets, I did somehow get attached to that black furball. And while there's been one before, and one after, I just don't feel it, man. It's like a door closed on that day, and has been surrounded by a wall ever since. One without a way in. Which makes me think, how many people are there in the world who haven't had their walls removed? Oh, I also wrote a poem about him. Why didn't you say goodbye? Hey, hey, hey, Remember those times When I scratched your belly And you clawed my hand, Then looked at me funny? I didn’t mind. How about when I Tingled your spine so finely That you lifted your tail And started to purr Until you passed out Coiled in my arms? I didn’t mind. Or when I gave you Food, enough for one and half. Instead of taking your time, You dug your nose in there. Next thing I know? The carpet’s dirty. I didn’t mind. I came home at 1 or 2, Tired after work, And instead of sleeping until 8 or 9, You punched me in the face At 4 or 5. I didn’t mind. You broke an expensive TV set. Prattled on some important DVDs To an inch of their life. Yet I didn’t make a fuss. I wanted to kick your ass, But I didn’t mind. I remember that morning When the window was wide open The wind was blowing hard And rattled it. I looked everywhere… You were absent. Later I found out what happened. I minded That you left without Saying goodbye.
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