Still Looking...

 

Today marks the 3rd week since I held our cat, Tinkerbell.  Technically that's not true, tomorrow is more accurate.  But this day was the last time, she was looking back at me & being her beautiful self.  She made her farewells to me that day.  I think she knew it.  I know we expected it, but it was still was hard.  

Every morning, I walk out of my bedroom & scan the living room to look for her.  I did this to see where she'd slept that night.  How she was doing.  Did she need anything.  Now, there's just a room & no Tinkerbell.  I'll adjust, but for now, it's still very strange not to see her nestled up somewhere or catching the morning sun near the windows.

I may be prejudice, because she was our cat & I think this about all cats.  Tinkerbell was a grand, beautiful cat.  She will be & is missed.  Somehow as a person living with a cat, you rarely feel like you did enough.  Even if you did all you could.  I hope next time around she gets the amazing life she deserved.  

I'm sure I'll keep looking for some time.

Cya...