Tomorrow would have been my Kittie's 13th birthday. It's funny, it's been nearly three and a half months since that awful afternoon in August, but I definitely still have moments when I can't believe she's actually gone. I think I'm really in denial that she's never coming back.
It might sound crazy, but I think of that cat every day. Little reminders of her pop up all the time, taking me by surprise, filling my chest with a heaviness that I wish would go away. Just a few months ago she was here with us, and now she's gone.
You were a good friend to me, Kit Kit. I think of you with a sad heart, but I'm hopeful that someday I'll be able to take comfort in all the wacky, good times we shared. I love you, little mama. xoxo
PS: Yes, I swaddled my cat friend in blankets and wrapped her in my sweaters. You wanna make something out of it?
