Just to clear something up:
Originally I wanted to continue my book series around the 20th of April. However, I moved it back again to the 21st.
It was early in the morning, around 8 am. I woke up and got up, walked down the stairs. I met my cat there, my dad told me to let him out. I did, I told him goodbye, gave him one last pat and he went off. Later that day he would be brought to me half dead covered in a towel.
After his death my mental health dropped insanely. I can barely live without him. Please, bare with my long hiatus. I'm trying my best.
