To all those who emailed, called, /queried me: Thanks. Your support is really appreciated.

To all those who shared similar experiences with me: thanks. It’s good to feel understood, to feel that I am not the only one that gets torn apart for the loss of a small furry friend.

There was a huge blackout in Madrid yesterday. No subway, nice traffic jams, fights for taxis (I witnessed) and, of course, servers going down. Carlos took care of the remains of Emacs and yours faithfully in the midst of a wonderful “Downtime: Lilo not booting, all is bad” issue in his biggest customer. Héctor and Bego run upstairs (4 floors, that’s true love), and comforted Vi and me. A very special, tall, blond, skinny, wonderful güero spent most of the afternoon on the phone with me. Even Chicho, my ex, called and cried with me. Thank you all.

Emacs had a happy life, she was a spoiled cat, a very happy and very spoiled cat. She lead a (short) good life, a much better life than, sadly, too many humans. I am starting to accept her loss and feel some peace, after a dreadful night.

I called the vet today to find out how to ease the pain for Vi, the whole team was devastated with the news. Their advise was to get another furry feline friend for Vi as soon as possible, and even told me about a two months old that’s up for adoption, but it’s not the best moment right now. I’ll be leaving for Mexico in a week, and I am not comfortable with the idea of leaving two furry strangers alone for two weeks. I already feel terrible about leaving Vi for so long, specially now, but Héctor and Bego will, again, take good care of him and spend plenty of time at my apartment to keep him company.



There’s laundry hanging still out, and I can’t get to open the fucking window.