13.

It's time. You know what for. If you know me, you do. You'll be like "oh fuck here she goes again, when is this gonna stop?". And I don't know the answer to that question. Because this will be number 13, in a little over 5 years. Guess you could say I'm addicted. But this time it has an even deeper meaning than all the ones I've gotten before. Except for the puzzle piece, which represents all the loved ones that left the earth. This time I'm getting a tattoo for my 2 cats, who passed away in August & September. They were 15. I've had them for over half of my life and I miss them so much. Sometimes when I think of them I just start crying. I can't even look at pictures of them without crying, even though some of those pictues are the cutest ever and so loving as well. 

I just want to have them with me no matter what. I will have them with me forever. Unless my arm gets chopped off and gets dropped into the ocean. They were my brothers. Yeah, that sounds weird as hell but it's true. I just miss the purring, the petting, the cuddling, the biting in my nose or elbow when I wouldn't give them attention, the following, the snoring and I even miss the hair on my clothes. I just miss having them around. I know they were quite old and it was better for them but it still hurts so much. And though they might only be cats to some of you, they were a lot more than that to me. I'm gonna remember my babies in the best way possible. And I'm gonna have them with me forever. Literally. I miss them. I love them. I miss them so much.

Thomas 

Wammes