I lost a cat of mine about 1 year and 9 months ago. He didn’t die. He ran away. A former roommate of mine left the window open and he got out. Former roommate never apologized and then my phone got stolen the night after I put up a fuck ton of posters around town. And that was Halloween night. I was really counting on so many people being out and looking for black cats. I cried harder than I ever have before. I loved that cat. I still love him.

Obligatory picture of my lost boy Apollo.