. He bites. Hard. 
34 and 3
This is my son. His name is Ash.
I refer to him as my son for a few very good reasons. First of all, he came into my life after I found him living in a friend's basement apartment in DC that I moved into for a while in the fall of 2004. He had a brother named Torch, but unfortunately, he passed away after my friend found out that taking care of two animals was a larger responsibility than he thought. Here's a shot of Ash and Torch as kittens -
That's Ash on the right. Of course I know how adorable they are.
I didn't really want the responsibility or emotional attachment of a new pet at the time, being that I had recently come out of a nasty break-up with my ex that forced me to leave my cat Hunter behind for good. Hunter was a true soulmate of mine, and it broke my heart to leave him. Needless to say, then, my heart was a little raw, and letting in a furry new friend wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Ash wasn't having such nonsense, though, and he quickly made sure to become my new best friend in no time. Ash and I lived in that basement together for about three months, and when I moved back to where I am now, I informed my friend that I would be taking him with me. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
There was little he could say about it, really. My friend knew how close we had become, and he also knew that he wasn't really the pet-raising type. No matter. I took Ash with me when I moved, and he's been with me ever since.
2 years have passed since then, and I truly feel that Ash and I were meant to be together. We're both misfits, we're both outcasts, and we both had the same twists of fate in our lives that led us down to that basement apartment. He caught crickets, I looked for jobs, and he was infinitely more successful than I was.
I started calling him "my son" about a year into our relationship, and it's always felt right. He depends on me, and I on him. Since I have no idea for sure when he was born, I started calling my birthday his, as well. We were both kind of re-born when we found each other down there, so why not?
Anyway, today he is 3, and I am 34. Happy birthday, my beautiful son. How we've ever lived without one another is completely beyond me.
I refer to him as my son for a few very good reasons. First of all, he came into my life after I found him living in a friend's basement apartment in DC that I moved into for a while in the fall of 2004. He had a brother named Torch, but unfortunately, he passed away after my friend found out that taking care of two animals was a larger responsibility than he thought. Here's a shot of Ash and Torch as kittens -
That's Ash on the right. Of course I know how adorable they are.
I didn't really want the responsibility or emotional attachment of a new pet at the time, being that I had recently come out of a nasty break-up with my ex that forced me to leave my cat Hunter behind for good. Hunter was a true soulmate of mine, and it broke my heart to leave him. Needless to say, then, my heart was a little raw, and letting in a furry new friend wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Ash wasn't having such nonsense, though, and he quickly made sure to become my new best friend in no time. Ash and I lived in that basement together for about three months, and when I moved back to where I am now, I informed my friend that I would be taking him with me. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
There was little he could say about it, really. My friend knew how close we had become, and he also knew that he wasn't really the pet-raising type. No matter. I took Ash with me when I moved, and he's been with me ever since.
2 years have passed since then, and I truly feel that Ash and I were meant to be together. We're both misfits, we're both outcasts, and we both had the same twists of fate in our lives that led us down to that basement apartment. He caught crickets, I looked for jobs, and he was infinitely more successful than I was.
I started calling him "my son" about a year into our relationship, and it's always felt right. He depends on me, and I on him. Since I have no idea for sure when he was born, I started calling my birthday his, as well. We were both kind of re-born when we found each other down there, so why not?
Anyway, today he is 3, and I am 34. Happy birthday, my beautiful son. How we've ever lived without one another is completely beyond me.
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