[Tref]

Sad-na lang.

Your tale of woe made me think of my cat, Stupid. I miss the poor guy. He hated me nearly all of his life. If I came near him he would move away. If I took too long to set down his food dish he would strike me -- claws out. We all loved him but we just didn't go near him.

Then, during the last 8 months or so of his brief earthly existence, Stupid and I became good friends. Everybody was shocked. Stupid the cat, who at one time only slept alone, now skulkered into my room, at night, to sleep near my bed. If I stayed out late, Stupid would sit at the top of the stairs (next to my dog) and wait for me to come home. In the morning Stupid would wait for me outside the bathroom and he would sit near my feet as I ate my breakfastuous.

Then one night I came home and there was no Stupid at the stairs. I went into the kitchen -- again, no Stupid. Then I heard this dragging noise and turned to see my cat, literally, pulling itself across the floor to greet me. I was so distraught! I carried Stupid into my room and held him all night long. Around 4 am, Stupid began thrashing and hissing. Then he stopped moving. Stupid was still alive, just quiet now. I held onto him until I fell asleep. My mom came in and woke me at 5:30. Stupid had gone. I cried all morning. It took me a few weeks to fully get him out of my system. I still think of Stupid from time to time, which is ironic, because before his little cat-heart softened, Stupid was the meanest animal I had ever met.

Poor little Stupid. Poor little Twitch.