Both of my girls are gone. Lola left a few months before my precious Camille. I had just gotten used to not having Lola sleeping by my feet and pushing my legs off the edge of the bed until I yelled at her to get out of the bed. She would begrudgingly comply, then climb back into her spot when she knew I had fell back to sleep.
Now I have to get used to not having Camille sleeping next to my head at night, sometimes waking me up with her loud purr which showed just how happy and content she was with her life. She had been sick for a while, but she always seemed to climb into her spot to keep me company until I fell asleep. Whenever I would wake up to find her gone, I could look into the closet next to my side of the bed and see her asleep in there, the pile of clothes were a lot more comfortable for her than my tossing and turning and flailing elbows. In the past fifteen years, you could count the number of nights that we didn’t sleep together under the same roof on your fingers and have some leftovers.
Before I took her to the clinic for the final time, I wanted to take some pictures of Camille. I took a couple of her looking out of a window, because although she had only been outside a few times in her life, she liked looking at it. When I took this last picture of me petting her, she started to purr and I started to cry. I am going to miss her more than I can possibly say.
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Good morning.I have been told that my pictures always make me look sad, tired, or disgusted with the world. Not gonna lie, I'm usually one of the three because I usually take the pictures around 6:30 in the morning. That said, I always tell young Black men to take pictures of themselves smiling and looking happy because if anything happens to them, the media will use one of those scowling pics. Even if nothing newsworthy happens to you, it's still good to have nice looking pictures available.Have a good day today!
Good morning.Ten years ago today, I lost the love of my life. Her name was Camille and there hasn't been a day I haven't thought about her. She loved sleeping next to my head, water from a can of tuna, '3005' by Childish Gambino (whenever I would play the song, she would come running from whatever room she was in to get a better listen), and not going outside no matter how long the door was open. However, for some reason, she would never let me comb her long, luxurious hair. Anyone else could comb or brush her, but if I tried, she would bite the comb or brush until I dropped it.I miss her.Have a good day today.
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