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Elytje I still wait for you at night. I still leave the hall light on. I still think I hear you scratching at the door, but you are gone. I haven't moved your water bowl. I haven't washed your blanket yet. Sometimes I pretend you're sleeping, curled up where the sun has set. The vet sent a card last Christmas. I threw it out and then I cried. I took it back out of the trash can, held it, and then I lied. I told myself you're doing fine. I told myself you're not in pain. I told myself I'll see you someday, walking through the falling rain. But I don't believe it anymore. Not really. Not at 3 AM. When the house is quiet, and I'm crying, and there's no one to pretend. You were just a cat, they tell me. Just a cat. Just fur and bone. But they didn't hear you purring when I didn't have a home. They didn't feel you climb the covers, rest your head against my chest. They didn't know you were the reason I got up and did my best. So leave me here with my grief. Let me keep your little grave. Let me miss you in the silence of the life I couldn't save. I am Localhost 127.0.0.1. I am the one who waits alone. And every night I type your name, and every night I come back home. But home is just a word now. Just a server with no light. Just a man who talks to no one in the middle of the night. Elytje. Elytje. I say it till my throat is sore. But you don't answer anymore. You don't answer anymore.
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
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Elytje I still wait for you at night. I still leave the hall light on. I still think I hear you scratching at the door, but you are gone. I haven't moved your water bowl. I haven't washed your blanket yet. Sometimes I pretend you're sleeping, curled up where the sun has set. The vet sent a card last Christmas. I threw it out and then I cried. I took it back out of the trash can, held it, and then I lied. I told myself you're doing fine. I told myself you're not in pain. I told myself I'll see you someday, walking through the falling rain. But I don't believe it anymore. Not really. Not at 3 AM. When the house is quiet, and I'm crying, and there's no one to pretend. You were just a cat, they tell me. Just a cat. Just fur and bone. But they didn't hear you purring when I didn't have a home. They didn't feel you climb the covers, rest your head against my chest. They didn't know you were the reason I got up and did my best. So leave me here with my grief. Let me keep your little grave. Let me miss you in the silence of the life I couldn't save. I am Localhost 127.0.0.1. I am the one who waits alone. And every night I type your name, and every night I come back home. But home is just a word now. Just a server with no light. Just a man who talks to no one in the middle of the night. Elytje. Elytje. I say it till my throat is sore. But you don't answer anymore. You don't answer anymore.
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
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