This morning I came home to find out that my cat had been put down over the weekend. We had her for 18 years. When I came home I sat out the front of my apartment for an hour, unable to go in because for the first time in as long as I can remember…she wouldn’t be there to meow at me as I walked in the door. I know a lot of people will think I’m being silly, because to them she was just a cat, but to me she was my best friend. She was my family. My earliest memories are with her. And the worst part of it is that in moments like this, when I feel this sad… I would go lay on the couch with Missy on my stomach, purring her little head off… and I can’t do that anymore. I knew Missy’s time was coming to an end, but I never thought it would this hard to let her go. I love you, princess and I would do anything just to have you meow at me again. Rest in Peace 🌹💕
