...Dear to my heart...
This pic is of me and my oldest pet...I've had her since I were at the most, three years of age, I love her ever so much...
God, if I lost her...i'd fall into the deepest depths of depression...
If you know me roleplaying wise...then you know Corrida had a pet, a companion of her own...
Which were..."Sash...or Sasha" as Corrida called her... and in my case, I have three but Sash is based on my Natasha, whom I've called Tash, or Tasha...
I have found that in my time of online roleplaying, that of my *few* characters that I have played, Corrida is the one which is more so...a part of me, in many ways...
This may sound odd...and you may think I'm losing it...heh...well the thought of that crosses my mind more and more...when I hear the *voices* or see things that *aren't* there...but that's for another time.
Natasha...she and I have something of a bond...she was like a mother at times...or one whom watched over me... So many times, I would get hurt by the bothersome morons at school whom found it...in their words.."Funny when you're mad..."...and , my fav..."Ah...don't know..."...well, I would come home with my facing nearly soaked in tears from the begining of the day...or noon, that's when it were worse...and Tasha would find me...wherever it were that I ran to when I wanted to hide...and she'd just keep me company...
I remember when...I was well...perhaps this went on for me, from the age of 3 to 8... We had one phone at the time, and it were set in the kitchen which is down the hall from our living room...where at the time I had slept, cause...I hated to be in a room with no one around...
And...I remember when mother would be in the kitchen, either speaking on the phone...or speaking with family... I crept out into the kitchen with my small...pink, tourqouise, yellow...and white blanket which I favoured cause it were the one I was brought back from the hospital in when a baby...
Then...I'd find one of the other *thin* blankets we had around the house, I remember it were an ugly dark pink...and I would simply crawl over to a spot near my mother's chair, curl up in the ugly pink blanket...holding my small one close for some closeure, at times I also had a small bunny...hand pupet that I was as attached to as I were the small blanket, my Grandfather had given it to me...and, I fell asleep there...curled up in the ugly pink thing, or having it spread under me...listening to my mother and whomever else she were speaking with untill I feel asleep...
But...if not followed when I had first crept into the kitchen...soon, Natasha could be found rested aside me...
That may be why...at times I prefer to sleep on the floor then to sleep in my own bed...or the couch in the living room...
There were also a time when I developed the fear of a many things...such as going down the stairs... I had a thing for doors...something about them, I woudn't pass them without covering the side of my face, as if the door...were staring at me... So...I'd beckon for Natasha...to come with me down stairs, cause...I wouldn't go down there by myself...and, she'd follow willingly...
Oh...how I miss those days...when everything just flowed nicely... The only thing at the time that had bothered me were...my father's and mother's seperation...the death of my grandfather...and if I hadn't gotten to watch saturday morning...Scooby Doo, Gummie Bears, Smurfs, Duck Tales, The Mumpet Show, Sesamea Street or...Bugs Bunny...
They were the shows my little eyes fell rested on...and fixed on for hours straight...
And...the occasional Much Music... I was never really into watching videos till I were 7 or 8...
Present day...Tasha's old... She's 15 or so in our years, cause I've had her since I were 3...and another of my sis inlaws family had her before us, but not for that long... I can't really recall, but her age shows...she used to be pure white with some black where it should be...but she's nearly the color of another cat I had...Star Dancer were her namd, she were the same, a Humilahian(sp?)cat...but she was a darker in fur color. But now...Tasha's nearly her color...and she's lost most of her sight...so when you approach her, it mustn't be from the side or...she'll attack you...and, she can't hear too well either...
She still keeps me company though...like times I am roleplaying at the Inn or Theatre...or House...she'll be resting on the chair aside me less I have friends over whom would be occupying the chair...
As well...at times when Druc...*Becky* and I are babysitting my nephew and neices...whom live down stairs...she'll be perched on the stair landing *where I am sitting with her in the picture* and simply...wait for me to come out of my Brother's part of the place... Or at times, she'll wait on the first stair landing for me to return from School or Becky's house...
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