Grendel's Last Stand

One of the few pictures I have, Grendel is valiantly protecting my belongings while my housemate is sneaking in to finish off a roll of film on my active friend. Of course, he shouldn't have been out of his cage at the time...

I often told people that Grendel was my Familiar, a jest that didn't sink in completely until a few nights ago. Grendel has lived with me for four years, as sort of a living mood ring. Cat-like, and an uncanny judge of character. I could often see my own moods in him; from being lazy on his rock to desperately clawing his cage in an attempt to reach freedom and sunlight.

I wish I had more pictures. What I'd give for just one of him with me. I guess I've always been bad with pictures. I never take pictures of people or place I think will always be there. There won't be any more pictures of Grendel. He died in my lap two night ago.

Had it been old age, I still think it'd be hard on me. Instead, it was complications of an injury he received after escaping his cage while I was gone one weekend. Either way, his home is gone, his tree empty, and the apartment a little less lived in.

I should make this a proper wake, but you are too far away for me to pour you a shot. Thanks for dropping by, though.