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[skitzodancer]

The view from my bathroom window.

[birdieburrito-blog]

I need to #cosplay more, guys. I don't do it enough. #myface #jeez #idontknowhowtousethese #swag?

[nayrhaon]

Dilly-dally

             I was born in the Salt Lake City Hospital, on December 31, 1997. I was born a month premature, because I had stopped growing in the womb of my mother. So the doctors decided to get me out. The largest effect this had on me was terrible breathing problems. My lungs would collapse, and I would have to be put on oxygen in order to live. Eventually, I was let out of the hospital. About a year and a half later, my sister Elizabeth really wanted to get a cat. My mom saw a box of kittens outside of a Walmart, and she picked one of them up. This calico beauty came to be known as Dilly-Dally. She changed my life.

            A short while after we got Dilly-Dally, my lungs started having problems again. They would collapse in the middle of the night, without warning. This prospect scared my mother, and she didn’t know how to protect me. When my lungs would collapse, I would have no air, and thus wouldn’t be able to cry and wake my parents. So Dilly-Dally cried for me. She slept next to me every night, and when my lungs would collapse, she would wake up my parents so they could get me to the hospital. Dilly-Dally saved my life, multiple times. Since then I’ve always had a close bond with her.

            Dilly-Dally continued to sleep with me every night. My dad bought a cat bed for her that we put at the corner of my bed, but she rarely ever used it. Instead, she would cuddle up to me. It got cat fur everywhere. That wasn’t the only thing she rubbed off on me. I learned to curl up like a cat, so that she could curl up with me around her. To this day, I still sleep curled up. I also got in the habit of climbing things. She would climb everything, from trees, to people, to pianos, she was like a ninja. So naturally, I took after her and climbed everything to. I still love climbing trees and rock-climbing. She hated getting wet, I also hate getting wet. She didn’t like milk, I also don’t like milk.

            My mannerisms and habits weren’t the only way she affected me though. Dilly-Dally was always there for me. She could always tell how I was feeling. If I was having a bad day, she would run up to me and cuddle me. If I just needed someone to talk to, she was there. When I was tempted to do something bad, she’d bite me so I would make the right choice. Dilly-Dally was my best friend, and the best support I’ve ever had in my life. Because of her influence on me, I’ve tried to act the same that she did. I’ve tried to be there for my friends, and for the ones that I love.

            Earlier this year, we had to put Dilly-Dally down. She was having problems with her liver, and she was in pain all the time. So my parents made the executive decision that it was better to relieve her from the pain, than to keep her selfishly in torture. It was the saddest day of my life. This was the single most trustworthy friend I have ever had. A friend I had since I was just barely born. Now I had to watch her die. I got to hold her. It was painful. She meowed and whined. She knew what was going to happen. She snuggled up to me, not wanting me to let go. She needed me. When the doctor put the shot in, she looked straight at me. It was a look of love and forgiveness. Then the light faded from her eyes, and her head lowered itself onto my chest. I didn’t cry because I knew she was happy. We took her home, and I spent the rest of the afternoon digging a grave for her in my backyard. I owed it to her.

            Dilly-Dally was the best cat in the universe. Dilly-Dally is the best cat in the universe. She gave everything she had to me, and because of her I’ve decided to give everything I have to all those others that need a friend. What I find now is that everybody needs a friend. Everybody needs a Dilly-Dally.

[dimroses]

I could get used to this #bahamas #atlantis #hashtags #idontknowhowtousethese