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cabbitzillaGus (Gustavus Adolphus Piggius I, CarrotBane) has been laid to rest, near the graves of a kitty and a baby groundhog so that he won't be lonely while he's hunting for Ollie and Kweepie.
He was one of my dearest friends, always there with a lick or a cuddle. There's a hole in my heart, and silence in my room.
The girls, Molly (The Uncatchable Molly Cavey, Terror of the Speedways) and Vickie (Queen Victoria Cavey, Empress of the Green Beans) are currently lodged over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nightambre's house. The HVAC techs were at the apartment all day ripping out the remains of the old cooling system (deemed scrap metal after the tech got a look at the damage that'd been caused when the motor detonated) and installing a new system. Even only partially connected, it was pumping out more cold air than the old one had ever managed. Tomorrow, after my doc appointment in Annapolis, I'll loop by the base and pick up my ladies and try and come up with a way to thank their hosts. And my room won't echo with silence anymore, though it'll still seem empty.
I don't do well with grief. I've had one person call me on being a drama whore; my response to it was explicit beyond belief. If I'm too much for folks to handle they need to just go away... right now I'm missing my battle buddy so badly I don't give a rat's ass about offending someone telling them where to step off. To the folks who've expressed sorrow and comfort, thank you. The vast majority of folks I deem 'friends' here are some of the best people walking this planet (even if they themselves don't want to believe it).
I'll try and get my con report up in a couple days. I need a bit to try and stabilize myself before I tackle it. It was, by and large, one of the best cons ever... but the surprise ending yesterday killed the resultant good mood just as surely as it killed poor Gus.
I'm going to go... have a soda or something. Or cry more. Probably both. And then I'll go back to hiding in one of my games.
He was one of my dearest friends, always there with a lick or a cuddle. There's a hole in my heart, and silence in my room.
The girls, Molly (The Uncatchable Molly Cavey, Terror of the Speedways) and Vickie (Queen Victoria Cavey, Empress of the Green Beans) are currently lodged over at
nightambre's house. The HVAC techs were at the apartment all day ripping out the remains of the old cooling system (deemed scrap metal after the tech got a look at the damage that'd been caused when the motor detonated) and installing a new system. Even only partially connected, it was pumping out more cold air than the old one had ever managed. Tomorrow, after my doc appointment in Annapolis, I'll loop by the base and pick up my ladies and try and come up with a way to thank their hosts. And my room won't echo with silence anymore, though it'll still seem empty.I don't do well with grief. I've had one person call me on being a drama whore; my response to it was explicit beyond belief. If I'm too much for folks to handle they need to just go away... right now I'm missing my battle buddy so badly I don't give a rat's ass about offending someone telling them where to step off. To the folks who've expressed sorrow and comfort, thank you. The vast majority of folks I deem 'friends' here are some of the best people walking this planet (even if they themselves don't want to believe it).
I'll try and get my con report up in a couple days. I need a bit to try and stabilize myself before I tackle it. It was, by and large, one of the best cons ever... but the surprise ending yesterday killed the resultant good mood just as surely as it killed poor Gus.
I'm going to go... have a soda or something. Or cry more. Probably both. And then I'll go back to hiding in one of my games.
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Date: 2006-08-09 12:55 am (UTC)