'it' is too demeaning.

It's almost 12 days now. Without him. There he lies on my bed, lonely and broken. Guilt and shame made it impossible to look at him. The last words that came from him was '..there you are standing right in front of me..' before he gracefully fell into the wet pail of doom and misery. I cried and cried but I knew he was gone.
I know he's mad at me for being so selfish and stupid. I would have never brought him into the bathroom if I knew it'll be the last time I'll hold him.
He's been very good to me. Gave me the best 2 years of his life. It's dissapointing to admit that I've been very clumsy with him. He fell from the second floor and broke his lens, fell off the table and scratched his body, fell on the wet bathroom floor and was knocked out cold before regaining conscious 10 seconds later. Nothing could've stood in the way of his pure perseverance to serve me.
I love him with all my heart and nothing will never be able to replace him. Ever.







signed,
inmourning. :'(

Current mood: mourning

Listening to: Look After You