Today, I lost my best friend of 18 years. She was a sassy black woman. A videogame cow. A vigilante perched on the edge of the couch watching over Gotham. An incredible hunter. We rushed her to the hospital but it was too late. It was extremely sudden, incurable and she suffered very little for which Im truly grateful. She laid in the oxygen machine, looked at me, kicked her leg twice and then she was gone. She wouldnt let you read a book and you guarded your sandwich with your life, but she met me at the door every time I came home and gave a million hugs. She rode shotgun on the 3000 mile trip to LA. She gave me a reason to wake up in the morning during the worst years of my life and every time I thought about hurting myself, my first thought was, Who will take care of Moo? And then I would hold her. Tomorrow will be the first time in 18 years Im going to wake up without my best friend. I love you, Moo Moo Jones. We had a great run.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 00:58:55 +0000
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