I kinda feel bad that what I'm about to type is the first thing I use this Journal for - but at the same time it's important enough to have to put somewhere. The first thing I need to remember, is the day a good friend of mine died. Not because I want to lament over things I didn't do with him, but so that he won't fade into nothingness in my mind. His name was Socks, the first cat I ever knew and a dear childhood friend. I was a boy when I first saw him peeking out from under the steps of a neighbor's home, mewling for a bit of food. He was a kitten then, and very friendly. I left him a whole little mountain of cat food and left to go to a