It's not just because of his death that I am saying this. He was the sweetest fucking animal I ever knew. And even as these tears flow down my face, and I can barely see the screen, I know that he was easily the purest thing alive on this planet. Moments after it had happened, my mom yells from downstairs, in uncontrollable angst, "the third one is dead". Before she had even said it, I knew it. I'd had an earlier premonition of it--if you want to call it that--many times and had envisioned it happening. As I approached Sungha's corpse, the sadness just deepened inside. I had never experienced an agony such as this; this remorseful, unbridled despair consuming me at that very moment. I went closer, then I looked away. I couldn't bear to view his dead body. Although dead, his eyes were still wide open; his mouth was open as well. At this point, the tears just flowed down my face. I had never cried this much in memory.

I picked up his body; his fur was still effervescently soft. It was as if he wasn't even dead yet; as if he was pretending. There was no blood; there were no visible wounds. Just no beating heart. I couldn't even bear to look at him. Note: the waterworks have begun once more.

I could not bear to wrap up his body with the used cloth that my father provided me with. My father--An absolutely useless human being; devoid of understanding the simplest of emotions; incapable of sympathizing with his own loss and the loss of mine--kept telling me to get over it. An unmistakable snarky tone could not elude my ears. I was so upset that I could have just decimated him right then and there. It was all his fault. I knew something like this would happen; it was all his fault. The least he could spare me was my emotional outburst. I am sure it doesn't please ones own father to watch his son bawl his eyes out. I could not care less. I wish it was my father that died instead of Sungha. I fucking hate him. He's the most abject person in my life right now.

But this post is not about my father; this is about Sungha and what he meant to me. Never had I felt more unconditional love from anyone. Even rocky had his mood swings; blackie just wanted more attention than the rest. He didn't care for much other than that. Even the last cat, TigerCub, gets jealous ever-so-often. But not Sungha. He never got jealous; never hissed once in his life at another cat or human being. Always slept by my side and trusted me to the full extent. He truly was the best thing alive. I can't say enough about what Sungha meant to me and how much grief his loss brings.

He will be so dearly missed that my entire life has just changed because of this one incident. This is what I get for showing such adoration towards a pet.

The waterworks have begun again.