We gave away our cat today, cause my roommate is bringing a dog back from home this January. I really don't like dogs, I much prefer cats. I guess the only reason I'm accepting this is because she's so far away from home, she deserves to have something to keep her mood up.

It's only now I'm starting to regret never giving the cat a real name. When we found out about his backstory (that was also today) the previous owners estimated that he must be at least 8 years old. He's been nameless for at least three of those years. We've been walking around calling him "kitty" and "boy" for the past six months.

I didn't know I was so fond of him. The new owner stopped and stared at me as I sat in the stairs - eyes filled to the brim with tears. I'll miss him, name or no.