- “Too Much” is a song by Dave Matthews Band. It was the first single off their album Crash, and reached #5 on the Billboard magazine Modern Rock Tracks chart. It is also featured on the Dave Matthews Band compilation album The Best of What’s Around Vol. 1.
- “Too Much” is a hit song written by Bernard Weinman & Lee Rosenberg. It was first recorded in 1954 by Bernard Hardison on Republic Records. Elvis Presley recorded the song in September 1956 and first performed it on January 6, 1957 on CBS-TV’s “The Ed Sullivan Show.
- overmuch: more than necessary; “she eats too much”; “let’s not blame them overmuch”
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- Take (a liquid) into the mouth and swallow
- (drink) a single serving of a beverage; “I asked for a hot drink”; “likes a drink before dinner”
- the act of consuming liquids
- Consume or be in the habit of consuming alcohol, esp. to excess
- Consume the rest of a drink, esp. in a rapid manner
- drink: the act of drinking alcoholic beverages to excess; “drink was his downfall”
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- binary compound that occurs at room temperature as a clear colorless odorless tasteless liquid; freezes into ice below 0 degrees centigrade and boils above 100 degrees centigrade; widely used as a solvent
- supply with water, as with channels or ditches or streams; “Water the fields”
- A colorless, transparent, odorless, tasteless liquid that forms the seas, lakes, rivers, and rain and is the basis of the fluids of living organisms
- This as supplied to houses or commercial establishments through pipes and taps
- One of the four elements in ancient and medieval philosophy and in astrology (considered essential to the nature of the signs Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces)
- body of water: the part of the earth’s surface covered with water (such as a river or lake or ocean); “they invaded our territorial waters”; “they were sitting by the water’s edge”
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- Be killed for (a cause)
- (of a person, animal, or plant) Stop living
- pass from physical life and lose all bodily attributes and functions necessary to sustain life; “She died from cancer”; “The children perished in the fire”; “The patient went peacefully”; “The old guy kicked the bucket at the age of 102”
- a device used for shaping metal
- Have a specified status at the time of one’s death
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Ben.
I’m still sobbing as I write this, but I wanted to post this, because I acknowledge most things that happen in my life on here, and Benny should not be excluded from that.
These last few days have been awful. I’ve sobbed for hours on end. I don’t expect everybody to understand, as even those who have cats can just see them as cats. Ben was far more than that to me. He was with me for 15 years, and after my Mum, Dad, and brother he was the one I cared about the most. Even when I’m 30 I will have spent more than half my life with him. I don’t really remember a time without him, and the idea that he’s gone is agonising. I’ve wanted to claw my skin off and just curl into a ball and weep and weep and sometimes I’ve done just that
I don’t think I can find the words for it. Sometimes I’m crying and my mouth is open like I’m screaming, but nothing comes out.
I still look for him on my bed when I walk into my room. I still leave the bathroom door open just wide enough for him to sit between the door and the wall, like he loved doing. I expect him to walk into the kitchen and ask me for milk, or to curl up on the Primark bags I gave him. He loved them so much. If I hear a cat snoring in my parents room I think it’s Ben. I shower and walk out of the bathroom and expect to see him on the landing, all curled up into a ball. I’ve left my bedroom door propped open for years, just for Ben, because he liked coming in here so often. I’ve closed it now. I only left it open for him, and now that he’s gone I don’t want any of the other cats in here.
I just keep thinking that it was Ben. Ben can’t leave me.
I keep trying to hug him, but he’s not there.
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I had less than 24 hours left with him when I came home from uni. My Dad couldn’t pick me up on Friday night, so my Mum really didn’t want me to come home as it meant she’d have to leave a party early to pick me up from the station. I insisted though, because I thought if anything happened to Ben and I hadn’t chosen to come home that night, I’d have never forgiven myself. I’m glad I live my life like that.
My Mum picked me up and we stopped to buy dinner on the way home. When I got in, I could see Ben on the landing above me, his coat pushing through the bars. Sometimes I’ll go straight up to him, but I went into the kitchen to have dinner, and a minute or two later he appeared! I picked him up and made a fuss over him, and then he sat with me during dinner. When my Dad got home Ben had to go for his pills, and I was just putting my things over the banister when I heard my Mum and Dad getting him. I wanted to ask them to stop, to wait until I was there to hold him, because I want to be there for him when he has to take his medicine, but I figured it would inconvenience them, and I could be there for the next night.
I got ready for bed and chatted to my Dad, then I went through to my parents room and stroked Ben, who had curled up into a ball underneath my Dad’s side of the bed. I stayed there with him for a few minutes, before climbing into bed with my Mum to watch ‘Theatreland’ with her and my Dad. Ben stayed under the bed. When I went to leave, I asked if I should take Benny with me, and my parents said that he could stay, as they’ve been letting him sleep there more recently. So I went to my room, where I found Toddy curled up on my bed. I hate it when Toddy does this, because it means Benny will be able to smell him, and it takes him longer to get back to sleeping on my bed. I went to tell my parents, and I found Ben up and walking about. I scooped him up and held him in the special, cuddly way I always do, and as I took him out, I had him wave a paw at my Mum. I usually follow this by going over to her and having her stroke his tummy, but I didn’t that night.
As much as I’d love to take Ben to my room, I put him down on the landing so he can decide what he wants to do. I’m just about to relent and let Toddy sleep in my room for one night – purely because he is clearly pining for my brother, who he has never been separated for such an extended period of time before – when Benny walks in. I don’t know how I’m going to get Toddy off my bed without Benny seeing him. Instead, Benny has a drink from the red bucket used to refill Barbara’s tank – something he often does – and I moved the measuring jug out of his way. Then he goes out. I feel sad, but I know that I have to be back for more than a week before Benny will start sleeping on my bed again, so I figure I have time still for him to get used to it. I go and lie with him on the landing for ages, just stroking him, and being glad that I’m with him again, before eventually going to bed. While lying there, I noticed that he’s breathing a bit more heavily than usual, but I’d seen him breathe like this before, and it’s always passed, so I don’t say anything. Eventually, I drag myself away from him and go to bed. I stay up reading. I had almost
What trees do
Tree: Why are you feeling sad Mr. Might-be Vampire? Has your sad feelings passed? Remember the day you and Carrot were lost and sat under my umbrella, you weren’t as sad as you were just now.
Mr. Might-be Vampire: …
Tree: Tell her what you were? are? sad about? She was a little bit sad too, but more disappointed than sad. She spoke your name today, after the caller spoke your name and after she verified about something that she cannot do anything about it. She thought that maybe you might call to ask something. Maybe you might suggest something to change the current way of doing things and then there will be a tree gathering. But no phone call from you or further phone call from the same caller later in the day. So she was disappointed. You do know who is she right?
Mr. Might-be Vampire: Yes.
Tree: This morning she remembered a message you sent last week and realized that you were thinking about returning to the beach with no sea water next to it, if you would have your emotions died again. She couldn’t understand last week but today she remembered you talked about it last week when you weren’t in town.
Mr. Might-be Vampire: .. I was there.
Tree: No one knows what will happen in the future. But she hopes that no one will need to die, or to bury any feelings in that park. But it is a good place for healing. If you or she returns to that beach, I hope it will be for something good.
Mr. Might-be Vampire: …
Tree: And ask Carrot to take care of himself. If he drinks too much water and can’t let them out and has become bloated, well..
Mr. Might-be Vampire: Then what do you suggest?
Tree: Method #1: Take a branch from me and hit Carrot until he stops his excessive drinking.
Mr. Might-be Vampire: That… that’s too brutal! HE IS MY CARROT! Beloved pet dog!
Tree: OK .. Method #2: Pick a thinnest stick from me and poke him, disturb him, make him laugh to stop him from his excessive drinking.
Mr. Might-be Vampire pondered over it.
Tree: Method #3 – Ask Sparrow B to bomb bird droppings on Carrot’s head so that he could no longer see clearly and will not drink any further.
Mr. Might-be Vampire: WHAT?
Tree: Hey come-on, it’s harmless. Don’t get so shocked. You can give it a try. Well, or this method #4? Bring Carrot to the person who took this photo, and ask her to pump the water out from his stomach and lungs. The method will be like saving a drowning person. She wasn’t trained to do that before and because she often uses strength to get things done, Carrot might need to suffer a while. But he will be alright after he vomits out the water.
Mr. Might-be Vampire: I could have done that myself too.
Tree: Yes you can but sometimes you are too softhearted. So you might not be pumping all the excess water out from Carrot. And soon enough, Carrot will be bloated again. Anyway, here are my 4 humble suggestions. Take your pick. I’ll return back to where I am and do what a tree does.
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