Friday, my heart broke into a million pieces.
I lost my 18-year old cat to old age and kidney failure. She was my companion, my friend, my baby, my heart, and only marginally my pet. The first and last thing I've seen every day for much of the last 7 years. My constant nag, my comforter, my strength, my warm assurance.
I never realized how much I depended on her presence and operated my life around her until she was gone. The new silence in my apartment is deafening.
But I wish her a happy afterlife without the pain of her last few months. And I know my own pain will fade one day too.