April 18 is a Tragic Day.

*530am. Nokia tune plays. I wake up.*
Me: WTF?!
*Erin calling*
Me: Hello?
Erin: Hoy bumaba ka dito! Tignan mo alaga mo!
Me: Huh? Baket?
Erin: Nasagasaan si Max. Bumaba ka na!
Me: Fuck!
*I sit up on my bed and I process what just happened.*
Shit!!!

Barefoot, I went downstairs. Ate Erin with all her curlyness (is there such a word?!) was shouting at me and pointing to me where my cat was. Kuya Manny was just holding him. Max's white fur had black tire marks in it. He was on the ground lifeless. Max, my beautiful white Himalayan cat died early this morning. I didn't even have the nerve to go near him. I just stood by the door and looked at him from a distance. I didn't want to remember him looking that way.

Max, was a lovable cat. Even people who hated cats loved him because he was just beautiful. And last night was no different. He was so clean and white as usual, and when we got back from Tito Bernie's birthday dinner, he was sitting like a king under our car. He's always there at night. He roams around the village every night and manages to get back before sunrise. However today, he wasn't able to see it. It's only starting to sink in now...

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I hate April 18. 4 years ago, it's the same day our house burned down. Coincidence or no coincidence...I hate this day.