My cat died less than two weeks ago. He was just 3 years old. It was shocking and still has me off-kilter.
Two days after he died, my 5 year old boy turned 6. That wasn’t fun. I tried hard, but still. It’s like you are a stuffed animal. Something takes the stuffing out of you. You’re just a skin with no filling. That’s what it feels like.
Sometimes I can forget about it now. But then I remember. So here we are, tomorrow is the Fourth of July. I have to make the day in my cat’s honor. I need to. Bang! Poof! Ahhhh! You know, fireworks..
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