Abandoned 123 year old school
For sale: totally not haunted, we promise. Like we pinky swear. No wailing child ghosts. No endless walls of text about the coming of the end times appearing on chalk boards when you turn your back. No creepy singing. Totally cool.
When I was a kid, my step dad never let me have pets because he said they were fun but the end was heartbreaking. I always got so angry and frustrated, but now I see what he meant.
Max has had cancer for quite a while now. A facial tumor, slow growing they said. Lately it’s been getting worse and fast. He’s chewing his feet, licking the couch for hours, and my just-got-home-I’m-so-happy-hugs are a thing of the past. His left eye is cocked and graying.
I’m an intuitive person, but it doesn’t take intuition to know what’s happening soon.
What do I do? I’ve never had to deal with this before. I never asked for him, I fell in love and he came with furry family. Max was a rescue and our pasts were all too similar. We were guarded, and grew to guard each other.
I’m panicking. I feel like crying. I’ve Lost so many family members that I’m numb to it, But I’ve never lost a furry soul…