u/Simoon_OG

My boy went to heaven almost 2 months ago. Before he died I told him that id clean my room and wed be able to sleep in it again, I have got depression and it sucks cleaning my sadness. Then he went to heaven at the beginning of May and it makes me incredibly sick to my stomach to even think about going in there knowing that he wont be in there with me.

No one has called me lazy or anything but I can see my parents dont like me sleeping on the couch. But Id rather sleep there then disturb everything that he touched or jumped on.

Took an online test and used my mess room and he climbed and laid on pretty much everything and its so hard to even think about moving something knowing thats where he was laying. I hate how sick I get and I try to explain but it just sounds dumb coming out of my mouth..

Im big on watching but never have really ventured into a discussion.

I remember Abner Uribe doing that suck it celebration and he got suspended but I never saw a batter do that recently unless I havent seen it.

I think it does make the game more exciting to see them in the game. But maybe im not as informed or something

Any opinions or anything would be great! Im just here thinking

About a week ago I got a new kitten. She is the cutest loving thing in the whole world.

I lost my long time bestfriend Simon a couple months ago, he was the cat that never left you alone. I was taking an exam for my environmental college class and that cat launched himself onto the computer just to lay with me.

I grieved terrible, cried almost everyday for about 2 weeks. Then it got sparse. I then realized I was super SUPER lonely. I didnt have anyone to lay with, I didnt have anyone to sit with me on the computer, or watch TV. Now I do!

I thought id feel guilty but its just so nice having someone, not take his place, but make her own space.

Shes a ragdoll mix named Livvie. I named her after Olivia Beson from SVU lol

My cat got hit by a car a couple weeks ago. I dont know why he was in the road, he usually was scared by the noises though he did cross but never when it was busy because of the noises. I couldnt imagine hitting a cat and not trying to find its owner.

I didnt find him, thank god. My dad did. All I have done is cry or think about him. Not a single day goes by without a single thought. He was my world. He slept with me every night, he ran to the bathroom when I would head that way so he can drink out of the faucet. He would go down stairs and roll around. Now its disturbingly quiet. I have a bunch of other kitties but its just not the same. He was 18, turned it on April 19th. First time I really celebrated his birthday, got him a toy and snuggled him. I usually forget but funny enough my sister had her son on his birthday.

In just 30 minutes I turn 19, im on the east coast so the time is 11:30. It hit me like a truck ive been so sad and miserable is because this is the first birthday without him. I got him in June of 2018, as a late birthday present after my other cat Bubby died by the same fate. I went out to his grave and balled my eyes out. I cant help to blame him and me. I let him out that morning. It was nice and I knew he liked to play out there. I regret not putting him back inside when leaving to go to my sisters where my mom had been staying that whole week. She was up in Galisano for her son. So we were suppose to pick her up, ended up not going for whatever reason and then had dinner with my dad. I play that day over and over, May 9th is the worst day of my life.

It felt like my whole world just stopped spinning and I couldnt help to see everyone else's spinning. It still doesnt feel real weeks later. Now May 24th I turn 19. With out my beautiful baby boy.

I love you Simon, Mama's little boy