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I don't want to write this
I don't want to see this
I don't want to say goodbye
but I fucking have to
Today was an ordinary day, satisfyingly calm and nice, I even felt had motivation for finishing MEP part, which rarely happens now.
I rarely go on Instagram, and see my nightmare.
Moana is dead.
HE'S FUCKING DEAD.
Simply, suddenly, no warnings, no messages before.
AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHY?
I don't want to believe that I will never see him again. His beautiful face, his big fins, his sweet singing, his majestic jumps, his adorable antics and games, his kindness. I'll never see him grow as big as Inouk or Ulises.
When the news broke that the orcas would be moved to Japanese parks, I told myself "well, at least they will live and that's the most important thing now". It means nothing to me now.
After the death of Kiska and Narnia, I came out of mourning for a long time, but now I feel like I will never come out of it. I will simply be in this mourning for the rest of my life. Why should I live when my hope is gone?
Moana meant a lot to me. Fucking a lot, for others too. It was great to see him grow from a little baby into a beautiful male.
I don't know what's going on, this is the worst year I've had. I'm afraid to love again. I'm afraid that the next loss will also be striking.
I'm afraid to love another orca. I want to fall out of love but I can't, I just can't.
I don't cry anymore because I have no strength. I sit in a void and think "what should I do", "what now?"
I've never felt SO alone.
Goodbye Moana
My world has become better by you.
I will miss you so fucking much.