I have a cat-shaped hole where my heart used to be.
Back in... what? 2002? 2003? My mom brought home a stray. It was coolest thing ever, or so I'd thought at the time because I'm a ginormous animal lover. Cats, dogs, you name it (except for snakes. I will kill a fucking run away screaming like a little bitch from a snake), I love it. And not only did my mom bring home this gorgeous cat, she brought home five of her newborn kittens with her.
To this day, we still can't figure out what possessed someone to pretty much abandon her. She was (mostly) Siamese with the sweetest disposition. I've had quite a few cats in the last twenty five years, but none have ever come close to being as sweet as my Sophie girl was.
She was sick and I know that what we did today was for the best, but Jesus Christ, it hurt so bad.
RIP Sophie Girl. You were one of a kind and I love you.
