4.22.2010

Come Home, The Black God of Darkness

I try and steer clear of sentiment simply because the shit tends to be a downer. This one's for Anzee though, who is well deserving of more than any crudded out "eulogy" I could write. I've had plenty of pets but Ive never had a "little dude." Anzee was my little dude. From hanging out at the bar to fucking with the corpses of his latest kills, he was my little dude. From killing three mice in one day to ripping out a squirrel's throat to giving reluctant hugs and full throttle purrs, the guy ruled. I just keep thinkin he's out there, doin his thing on some huge adventure he neglected to tell me about. I hope he comes home before summer starts, he gets so hot without his haircut.