My beloved friend Morrissey died one December Friday night, murdered by my careless neighbors. He had problems with a heart-murmur since birth, both he and his sister Cosette, and so we lead a usually calm, peaceful existence.
The neighbors next door lit off a load of insanely loud m80 fireworks in celebration of being nitwits, while Morrissey happened to be sitting in the window only a few meters away. His heart erupted. and he died immediately.
It's all just so strange ... I feel like I should feel ten thousand times more devastated. I spent the whole day yesterday weeping when it happened, but now I just feel stupid and deathly numb. I'm also thunderously lovestruck that Cosette still exists. growing more and more silent each hour. I guess she and I will get through this together, but Morrissey, we miss you, buddy, and will always love you.