22.5 cat

The job situation is getting pretty bad, I’m only trying for a summer job – I’m pretty disillusioned with it so far, so God knows what this year’s 45,000 (and last year’s thousands) will go through finding no jobs. Looks like I’ll be working for capitalism this year.
Our nameless cat got run over today. Very hard to express in words what I felt. I cried, but something seemed very wrong – perhaps hinging on the fact that when I arrived home she was at the bottom of a four foot grave. God, everything seemed so void and empty. After two years, you get to know and come to love a pet – everything from her favourite food to the way she used to leap in two bounds onto the chair, then onto the windowsill. She’d sit tore for hours, silhouetted against the sunlight. The sun would set behind her, providing a warming sight.
I thought how comforting it could feel if I believed in an after world...a god. Yet who can believe in a God who does such as this?
Anyway I was at Trev’s and half drunk when I received the news which lessened the immediate impact