“Cutting out” – R.I.P. Tiga

“That’s life, that’s life and I can’t deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won’t buy it
But if there’s nothing shakin’ come this here july
I’m gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My…” F. Sinatra

Well, looks like nothin’ shakin’ came here in july so Tiga rolled himself up in a – well, not exactly big ball. nothing like you might have expected if you know him from a couple of years ago as the massive top-tomcat of the hood, but no, now, today, he ended as such a tiny furry ball, all shaky, weighing next to nothing compared to when I got him from the animal shelter, and when the vet put the needle to his thin vein it burst cause it was too fragile to hold the narcotic fluid but he died quickly and peaceful and now we’ve already buried him and it hurts like hell and the same time I can’t believe yet that I’ve lost him.


2 thoughts on ““Cutting out” – R.I.P. Tiga

  1. some geek August 5, 2008 / 7:18 pm


  2. Fruaki August 11, 2008 / 5:07 pm

    Liebe Evi – eine Umarmung für Dich von Herzen und auf dass Tiga jetzt den Katzenhimmel rockt!

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