I couldn’t post Monday. I thought about it, but the only thing on my mind was that I would be putting my cat down on Tuesday, and I couldn’t bring myself to write about it. It felt like a betrayal.
But now it’s Wednesday.
And although cats are, as a rule, pretty quiet and sleepy, the house seems that bit more quiet without her.
And though it’s annoying when a cat pesters you for it’s lunch, now I miss her little mew.
And though she couldn’t care less when I scratched behind her ear, now I don’t have her to tolerate my affection.
And now I’m crying.
I miss you Blacky. You were a good cat. I know things are much, much better for you now and I wouldn’t have had you sick and unhappy any longer for anything.
We love you.