I woke up feeling like something is missing, you know? And I know something is. It's you. You aren't sleeping next to my head, I'm not hearing your purr that always was so loud, like a train engine in my ear. You aren't curled up on the bed, you aren't doing that soft meow you always did when it was time for food or for love.
You aren't throwing your weight against me, brushing up against me and rubbing your head against my limbs or face. You don't come running when I bring out your tinker balls or the catnip. You aren't there waiting for your food when it's breakfast or dinner.
The cats at first, were only a little different. But little by little, I think it's set in that you're not coming back and the biggest one having a problem is Grouch. He's taken up sleeping so close to me, he could suffocate me in my sleep. He's taken up your role of being there whenever I cry, whenever I'm sick. He misses you so much, Izzy.
I've lost hope you'll come home and I've decided to think instead that you're in someones house, happy. Warm. Fed. Safe. I hope to God you are.
I miss you, Izzy. Thanks for the past eight years. Thank you for being there whenever I needed you, for never letting me down. For being, well, you. I love you, we all love you and we all miss you..
So fucking much.