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• By cyril on
• Fri Oct 23, 09:30 PM

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

RIP Jimi. Way too soon.
Current mood:no words
So my Dad runs down stairs, tells me to get up stairs to the garage quick.

Jimi is on that cold ass floor all swollen and stiff. I pet him, and swear to god he is breathing, his foot moves, but that was just hope. Mind tricks.

His eyes were open. That hurt. Just a bit of blood in his mouth and on the side of his face, otherwise he was perfectly fine, just swollen. I rubbed his ears, they were still warm. That hurt. So we dug a hole in his favourite spot out back. That hurt. I looked him in the eyes again, closed them. That hurt. Put him down in that dark hole, all cold and damp. Gave him his brush that he loved. Put the dirt over him. Got that Tom Waits song in my head while doing that… you know that one???
“Were all gonna be just dirt in the ground. I SAY were all gonna be just dirt in THE GROUND.”
My Dad turned the flash light off. That hurt. He felt it too, they were so tight, and its my Dads birthday today to boot. Jimi followed my Dad around alot during the day. I think they enjoyed keeping squirrels off the lawn together.
Anyways, I come downstairs to look at some photos of him and text a few people that should know, and in order to send a text from my basement where my room is, I have to go to my window, which is under the front porch. That is where Jimi always came to find me, he would scratch at the window and rub his face against it. I would let him in, we would usually nap or give each other head butts. So I go to send the text, get to the window and there is god damned blood all over the screen. He came there first to get me. Now that one hurt. Niagara Falls.