Today marks four months since my Little passed away. The last few weeks have been a real struggle. Every time I sit down to write I cry. If I’m being honest every time I think about Little I cry. Not going to lie...this sucks. Being without Little sucks.
How long does it take before it doesn’t suck? Most people would probably say I’m crazy...it’s just a cat...get over it...enough already. But they’re probably “pet owners” - not furbaby moms and dads. And that’s what makes us different, right? We bring four legged babies into our homes and into our hearts with almost zero expectations to receive anything more than their love in return.
We are responsible for these little bundles of fur who cannot speak our language. Who can primarily convey their thoughts and feelings through meows and barks. Oh, and the occasional “offering” left lying on the floor to be stepped on in the middle of the night. You know what I’m talking about.
Squishy things notwithstanding, what we get from our furbabies is so much more than we can ever give. Zero expectations with billions of laughs, tears, furry kisses and memories in return. Now that is return on investmen!
I miss Little so much it hurts but I would rather feel this hurt than to have never shared my life (and pillow) with him at all.
Peace and purrs,
Little’s Mom
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