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This heart tumult is my signalto you igniting in the tomb.So don’t fuss with the shroudAnd the graveyard dust.Those get ripped open and washed awayIn the music of our final meeting.And don’t look for me in human shape,I am inside your looking. No roomFor form with love this strong. - Excerpt from No Room For Form by Rumi  

Special Thanks to Samantha S. & An Nwn 

Tookie died today, he was very sick and in a lot of pain so perhaps it’s for the best for him, not for me though. Yes I love the proverbial Her, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t but there are a lot of issues she chooses to leave unresolved. I never loved anything like I loved that little pink cat; with him there were no issues. All he ever wanted is for me to be happy. He was full of mirth, bobbing his head up and down like a lizard as he pulled tissues from the dispenser, batted my pens and cigarette lighters into places where I couldn’t reach them, or he acrobatically surfed the walls of my apartment, a pink blur with piercing green eyes daring me to try and catch him. 

Other times he would sit for hours on top of the computer tower and watch me type. He hated when I left his sight and would be waiting in the foyer like a dog when I came home. He could open French doors as easily as any human and when I locked my ex wife’s cat, a nuisance but Tookie loved him, in the bedroom Tookie would stoically get up when he caterwauled, scamper to the door in his dainty cat trot and jump up grabbing the handle with his paws till the door swung open. He would then come back to his sentinel post watching me. Sometimes he would leap seemingly impossible distances from his perch onto my shoulder, careful not to scratch me and frantically lick and nuzzle my face. 

He had many endearing habits that said he was more human than animal but perhaps the most striking and I keep very late hours, but when I finally did go to bed he was always sleeping under his blanket in his chair abutting my bed, he would get up walk over my chest and lick my face, then he would go back to his chair and get under his blanket and go back to sleep. He did this every night no matter what time till his final two days when he turned yellow and died...  

He was my only companion in a very dark place. Devils are elusive, when you hunt them you must meet them on their own terms or you will never meet them at all. Although I don’t like it, I did not come here to terminate anything, some of those who really know me have likened me to Harrison Ford in Blade Runner, even sent me the movie. What I can identify with in that movie is the beating he takes to get the job done. These supernatural entities which rationalism, t