It's been a week.
It's hard to wrap my head around everything.
There was really no warning that anything was
imminent. I was in complete shock. I found him
semi conscious last Friday morning and rushed
him to the Vet, and there wasn't anything they could
do that wouldn't have made any difference to the outcome.
I miss him so very much.
Even though I knew, with him being 20
his days were much shorter.
Still, when it happens you're never prepared.
I'm just now finally getting my feet
back under me.
But it isn't about me.
Or maybe it is?
I'm the one still here,
and he isn't. So I have to deal with
how everything plays out.
I wish they never had to leave us.
Hold your kittens tightly,
you never know.
You just never know.