Lonely.

I miss the pack that lived across the street. I miss the lion that lived through the woods. I miss the pack that lived in the neighborhood up the road. There used to be others similar to me in the surrounding areas. Now I'm alone. No one like me. My husband tries but in the end I've got the animal soul and he's got horns.

Will I ever get my stripes back?

Sometimes I'd rather just give up but I'm too strongfor some fucking reason. I'm friggin almost 100 I'm cat years man.