I felt empty when Golden was announced dead. The same emptiness I felt the moment my mother left us. Flashbacks happened and I was a sleep walker walking from home to the pet hospital to pick Golden up. Flashbacks brought memories, those that weren't necessarily about me and Golden. But crucially about Golden. I miss him so much already. Golden always behaved. Never missed the right spot for WC, never bullied new kittens, never ate anything on the table before us. He was always the apple in my father's eyes. He was as big as a toddler, as wise as an elder and dope as eff. His fur, he probably took after a tiger. His eyes were marbles. Everything was very yellow. Golden was a romantic cat. Always went out at midnight and woke the neighborhood up while calling his girl in a scary tone. He was adventurous leaving home for 10 days and coming back fatter. Golden was generous. Always let his sister have more food and never told us if she was stealing some more of ours. He had a great taste. Never ate food on the floor, loved matcha cookies, sweet corn and lettuce. He could tell if your sweater is sh*t by sleeping on it. Golden was beautiful, kind and obedient. He would choke you if your belly happened to be his bed. That huge cat would warm you up at night and shoo you away in the morning for being too sentimental towards a cat. Golden was so cool. Silent most of the time. Only had dark chocolate. Very much hated mice and spiders. Had a great attitude towards annoying guests, which was cold as eff when they touched him.
I can go on talking about Golden all night. I don't know what we're going to do but that's tomorrow. Tonight I will sleep tight thinking of my dear man. Miu may or may not realize the fact but she will be fine. We will probably adopt a new cat. But Golden, that cool man, will always be here with us. I will keep some of his fur, again, that belongs to tomorrow.
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