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So my "unofficially sister"'s dog died tonight, and it hurts my heart. I can totally relate to what she's going through...it made me think about the fact that it's been about a year since we put Missy and Taffy down, and I cried like a baby, lol. I looked at pictures I took of them somewhere around Christmas of 2006, and they were so beautiful...they were my girls. It's hard to let go of something that's been a part of you since your earliest memories. I love Leia to death, but she's my brother's dog, and she's young(ish)--she hasn't been there through the moves, the illnesses, the sleepless nights, etc. It hurts me to go home and see Pumpkin (our adopted cat from a couple years ago) because she's not affectionate with me like she is with the rest of my family. Every time I go to sleep I expect Missy to be curled up next to me...every time I open a can of cat food I expect to hear Taffy meowing as she runs into the kitchen...and they're just not there. I think I have more vivid memories of them than I do of most people.
I'm sure everyone has experienced this at some point or another (and if you haven't I probably sound like an idiot!)...but it really hit me again tonight. I miss my cats. ='(
I firmly believe that when we die, our pets will be waiting for us in heaven. They're just too special to go anywhere else.