by Sara
About a week and 3 days ago, my 15 year old kitty died. I cried and cried and cried and then I thought I was going to be ok.
But today has been real difficult.
Shadow was our male black. We use to call him our "greeting commitee." He use to greet us at our car when we came home
and lead us all the way to the house. He was so wonderful. I miss how he use to lay right on whatever you were reading. And
how he use to jump up on your shoulder if you'd call him.
When I picture him going to heaven, I always imagine that my golden retriever, Molly who died about 3 years ago due to a
brain aneurisum, is there waiting for him... Waiting to show him around the place.
I miss them both so very much. Sometimes I just break down into tears just thinking about them.
I know that with everyday the pain will lessen... But Iknow that the wonderful memories of them will never disappear.
I love you my babies!