So. In the last three weeks -

* I had 4 job interviews
* Got offered a job
* Started the job (4 days later...)
* Bought a car
* Found a place to move out to in late January with friends

and today...

my cat died.

He was 19 years old and had been with me since I was 6. He's been struggling all this year, and had to have surgery a little while back... I've known it was coming... but mum called me at work today and told me he'd collapsed and the vet had to put him down. He'd stopped eating, and was really weak, so it was probably best for him. It didn't stop me bawling though, in the middle of work.

I really don't understand why this is all happening right now. Everything, all at once. I've gone on for years without anything significant happening, and suddenly it's like I jumped into a whole different life somehow. I mean, most of the stuff has been good, but I'm all teary now because Jamie has been my 'baby' for so long, and while we used to have two cats, now there are none. We've had cats almost all my life and now, it's going to be weird without one.

My dad said something that made me cry all the harder - that it all 'fit' together. Like Jamie knew I'd be moving out soon, and that it was time to move on himself. He held on a lot longer then we'd expected... I guess I just thought he'd keep on holding on even though I know it had to happen sometime.

Oh shit, I'm crying again. Going to bed now.


... I wish I had taken more pictures of him.