I do not exist

This morning, I buried a full calico along the arroyo. *sigh*

It wasn't mine.

Occasionally, a calico cat, mostly white, will come explore our property. The camera that watches our front door will catch her as she looks around. I caught her once, in our bushes, and called the number on her tag so her owner could come get her. She lives across the street and her name is Puss.

Every morning, I go for a walk of at least a mile, just to get some sort of exercise in my life. There's a walking path alongside the arroyo behind our house that I follow.

A few days ago, a calico cat was lying dead alongside the path.

It's hard to say what killed it. There were no marks on the body from what I could see as I walked path. A coyote would have eaten the cat, so i doubt that was it, although I've seen a coyote on my walk before.

Each morning since then, the cat's body has been there. Each morning, I feel bad when I see it. Poor Puss. I don't have the number to your owners any more, so I can't even let them know. Your collar is gone now, too.

Today, once I got home from my walk, I got my shovel and went back. I dug a hole in the dirt beside her, about 18 inches down, and I scooped her up and put her inside. There was a little bit of a smell, but not much. With my shovel, I arranged her to fit int he hole, and she was curled up in a perfect cat position, as if she was asleep. I covered her with dirt, stomped it down, and put a flagstone on top that I found nearby as part of a makeshift fire pit.

No one needed to be building fires near the arroyo, anyway.

I'm not posting this because I want any kind of recognition for what I did; I'm posting it so I can remember poor Puss. She was someone's pet, and she was loved, and someone, somewhere, is wondering what happened to her and if she'll ever come home. If they knew where she was, they'd bury her themselves, I'm sure of it.

Puss didn't deserve to rot beside the arroyo, in front of anyone who walked past.

So I buried her.

Goodbye, Puss. I'm glad I got to meet you.

June 24th, 2018

(Standard disclaimer: My memory had already began to fail by the next morning, so I'll very likely leave out events and forget names. My apologies.)

I loaded my vehicle as quietly as possible, which was not very quiet at all. Raising the garage door shook the entire house on its own. After spending the week not packing, I'd finally thrown together my suitcase the night before, and now I was leaving for the airport to catch my flight to Hollywood.

I felt remarkably matter-of-fact about the entire trip so far- the excitement had yet to set in. Maybe once I'd arrived, I'd begin to feel it. For now, as always when I fly, I was simply dreading the travel process, especially the airport.

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Jakob was the first to arrive. He said hello and went to his drum kit. David, Carsten, Alex and Christian weren't far behind. We talked a little about their trip to San Francisco, and the redwoods they'd also gone to see. Everyone looked rested and ready to rock.

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The Continental was just a few blocks away, so it didn't take me long to get there. I walked through the bar to the back patio area.

And there they were.

First, a video I forgot to post last time:



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