Ireland

I had just paid the house painter a shitload of money today when I decided to also just book a holiday for next spring. Yes, why not. Not that I have a ton of money or anything, but hey, Ireland! I found myself looking at pictures of Ireland almost daily and always felt sad for not being there right now. So then today I just checked out the apartments website again, where I have booked before and all of a sudden decided to just book for a week during my 2 week May holiday.

So…I'll be going back there again about 6 months from now. Back to the great Irish language, the habits, the food, the bookstores (!), driving left, Cork, Killarney, tea with milk for cheap. I am excited! I love this country so much, despite the weather. Can't wait to visit Cork again, visit Waterstones and Easons. Can't wait to be in Killarney again, to walk the streets etc…Wish I could have booked more days, but yeah, expensive much. Doesn't matter, I'll be going back again for a week, which is fantastic!



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A cat named Timmie

Seventeen years ago my mom and dad announced that we would get 2 kittens. One for my sister and one for me. They were brothers and we decided to name them Timmie and Tommy. I remember the day we picked them up: 2 tiny balls of fluff. Tommy, my sisters cat, was curious and instantly walked towards us, Timmie, my cat, was shy and anxious.

They adjusted quickly to us and the house and enjoyed being together a lot. They'd climb your legs when they were about to get fed, they slept together, ran up and down the stairs a billion times etc…They were 2 amazingly wonderful cats, who we all loved dearly.
Then seven years later Tommy died, unexpectedly. I won't ever forget how his brother just stared at us, lost. Most heartbreaking thing.
But he adjusted and was pampered and loved a lot, still. I moved out of the house, to an apartment, and Timmie stayed with my parents. I often watched him when they went on a holiday and he was always just there.

He got older and older, he became deaf, he wasn't able to clean himself well anymore. Yet he was alive and often outside, enjoying himself.

This afternoon my mom showed up at work: she told me they had put him to sleep that afternoon after taking him to the vet. He hadn't eaten anything that day and the vet told my parents he was supposedly in quite a great deal of pain. It was up to my parents what they wanted to do and they decided to let him go. Which was the best decision they could have made. But still so extremely sad as well. Because holy shit, I've known him for half a lifetime. He was quite something. It's another chapter closed and it's sad. I won't ever have to look over him, I can't ever cuddle him anymore. I know it's for the best, but it is still so, so sad. :'(

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