Apr 18, 2011


We have lost a huge part of our world, when this old man decided to be in the road at the wrong time, once too many, and was hit by a car.
Carlsberg was a little over 15 years old, but still full of life.  Cars constantly race down our otherwise small and quiet street, each time cause a pain in my stomach. 

Carl was my compadre, my muse, my fuzzy hot water bottle, my partner in crime, my supervisor, my comfort.

There was and never will be a cat like him. Even though I am not buddhist, I believe there was a wise and compassionate old man behind those eyes.

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