Two weeks ago, I lost another one of my kitties. That is three pets in the last 4 months, and it is extremely hard to bear.
I miss their constant presence. Their voices. Their noises.
But, most of all, I miss their love. How they are always there when you are stressed, worried, or just need to pet a happy creature.
I miss holding them like they held me.
My heart is extremely heavy, and sometimes the sadness is overwhelming…
My dog died. Although I have another to ease her passing, I still miss her presence in my life. But she is alive in my memory and we talk of her often.
Her brother is one year older. He’s 11 too, the same age she was when she died. He’s doing good, but definitely showing his age. Sometimes I think he looks at his new sister and wishes he could have her legs again.
This is in memoriam to her beauty in my life.
Today, my new pup with her brother.
