How to get over a loss of a good friend

Well, I don't know. You never know the last time you are seeing someone. You cannot know when the last argument will happen, or the last time you had dinner together and

they helped you to reach the food with your tiny arms

or the last time you looked into their tiny blue eyes and thanked the little kitten that they were in your life. 

 After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night. My good friend baby bear is dead. I wrote often about him. With him I started my traveling monkey life. I was partly brought to life by him.

With him, we were Buddhists. Fake ones. We had good laugh together. He was putting me on his fat belly to watch movies. Now, he died. Now, from this painting I have to delete the bear. I did this painting one year ago and found it last week. Well, it made me sad.

 It sucks that you miss people or bears like that. You think you've accepted that someone is out of your life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then again. One little thing, an anniversary, and you feel like you've lost that person all over again.

But I won’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. The kitten gave me nice earing to wear. and told me not to grieve. Yes, the baby bear died. But the little kitten told me that a mildly boring person took his form.

What do I care for it, little kitten? WTF? I wanted my baby bear back and not to know that its shell walks around in the form of some pathetic guy. Or to sit on Buddha face. The baby bear died, for Christ's sake!!!