Found out my best friend died today. He died alone, next to a freezer. I have no idea how long he's been dead or whether it was painful. It terrifies me. Remember how I said something big was on its way…that I had a feeling about something? Well, I never thought it would turn out like this. I didn't need to lose my best friend. Not now, when everything is so close to being over. I didn't even get to say goodbye. He was my very best friend...there wasn't a single secret between us. He was my savior 100% of the time and I don't know if he even ever knew that. If he understood the amounts of times that he saved me after a bad break up (which there are few of, but they were deadly) and the amounts of times I would wonder what to do and he would be there for me...like he had a sixth sense as to when I was feeling bad. He never told a soul my secrets and he was forever letting me know how much he loved me. He was my favorite body to sleep next to, my favorite snuggle buddy; the warmest in the winter and the friendliest to wake up to all year round. I'd going to miss the way he was always a gentleman and always knocked before entering, and how I could leave the door open just a tad every night so he could sneak in and sleep with me so I'd never have to sleep alone. This was my best friend. May he rest in peace for he lived a long life and I was truly blessed to have his touch mine. I will always love you.

I love you my little orange tiger man.