My kitty was 17 years old when he died. He died November 2, 2001 – it was a Friday – around 4:00 PM. The day I can never forget that is
so painful to remember.
I still grieve for him. I am crying now as I am writing this. I have accepted his death; however, the emptiness and sadness remain –
and always will.
Since his death, I have adopted five cats. The first just five days after his death. The house was so empty without my kitty – I was devasted – I was trying to fill the void. Six months later, I adopted another kitten. Kitten number three was adopted six months later. Kitten number four was adopted about a year after that on the anniversary of my kitty’s death.
I was trying to replace my kitty who I knew in my heart was gone forever. Although I love all my newly adopted kittys, the feeling of emptiness and longing for my kitty who died remains.
Eight months went by, and I adopted kitten number five, who is now eight months old. I have a strong bond with him, and he has helped fill part of my emptiness.
Kitty is gone, but he will stay in my heart forever. I will always remember the happiness I felt the day he came into my life and the many wonderful years we spent together.
Until we meet again…
I miss you so...
| Gina |