On my 'About' page, it states that my ever-faithful writing companion is Sadie, a beautiful cat with the saddest eyes you’ll ever see.
Twenty-four hours ago, I held Sadie in my arms as she took her last breaths. She wasn't quite seven years old. She took ill quite suddenly, and deteriorated quickly.
I keep wondering how long it will take for me to stop expecting to see her when I turn a corner. When will I quit waiting for her to climb into my lap when I sit on the couch? When will my bed feel less empty at night?
I know it's only been one day, but it already feels like it's been forever. I miss her so much.
Keep your loved ones, both human and furry, or scaly or slimy or whatever floats your boat, close tonight. Love them fiercely. Let them know what they mean to you. You never know how quickly they'll be ripped away from you.