Budha's Everywhere
Our apartment is filled with places where I can nearly see and/or hear my newly departed kitty, Budha.
Part of me wishes I hadn't made the decision I did, though I know my poor kitty was in pain and not eating. I just really want her to be here, healthy again. Which can't happen.
It's so sad to put down one bowl of food instead of two. (Also, now the Hello Kitty place mat no longer wears eyeglasses - the empty food bowls looked like specs. Instead, she wears a monocle, which is nowhere near as cute.)
I've cried so much since Saturday, I'm surprised I can still cry.
Part of me wishes I hadn't made the decision I did, though I know my poor kitty was in pain and not eating. I just really want her to be here, healthy again. Which can't happen.
It's so sad to put down one bowl of food instead of two. (Also, now the Hello Kitty place mat no longer wears eyeglasses - the empty food bowls looked like specs. Instead, she wears a monocle, which is nowhere near as cute.)
I've cried so much since Saturday, I'm surprised I can still cry.