Today is 3 years since the start of the war. Traditionally, I went back to see news from that day, to relive how I felt back then.
Brother and dad came over. Brother said he wants to █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ We talked about it for a while. I showed dad my binoculars.
We went to a restaurant nearby.
We reminiscenced about pets that we had.
CW: Death. One of the most tragic events that we had, was that one of our cats basically hanged himself accidentally around 10 years ago. At home, we have a chicken coop. It had a roof with holes, that you could get into, and our cat usually jumped through one of the holes to get inside the roof and sleep there.
My dad, unaware of this, partially closed the holes (likely because they were ugly). After this, during night, our cat went to jump to the hole as he usually did before, but only his head could go through, and the other part of body got stuck. He then likely suffocated.
The scene was brutal. In the morning, mom and dad went outside and found him hanging, body cold. Me, mom and brother cried for a whole day. Dad immediately removed all the blocks from roof, and even 10 years later, our later cats still go to that place to rest during the night, luckily without such events since.