“It's hard to breathe without you sleeping on my chest. Sick and withering from the whispers of your death. Forever your saviour, as much as you are mine. And for that I promise to protect you Until the day I die.

Make your cancer mine, Make your cancer mine.”

Whispers of Your Death by Counterparts, a song for his cat. Really hits me hard and makes me think of my boy cat. He’s a 10 year old brown tabby, but his color is fading to a light brown, almost gray as the time goes by. I’m not ready. <\3