I'm back home after 6 years of living abroad. I was really excited about coming back, I have promised myself to play more games with my cat and pamper her even more, until she passed away after her doctor gave her an overdose of pain killers.
Shes always on my mind, sometimes I think that I have got used to the pain of her loss, until it hits me again. I find myself crying hysterically denying the reality of my life without her being a part of it.
She was so involved in my life even though I've been away for a few years. Even in the very little things that I pass along through the day, like seeing a beautiful flower and knowing that Lilo would love to smell, or seeing a flock of birds and knowing that she would go crazy about.
My parents told me that I should redecorate my bedroom since I'm staying with them. I'm really afraid of doing so, decorating a room she would never get to see. I haven't touched any of her stuff until now, neither have I touched my stuff that she took from me, I still haven't got the courage to do that, even though I have bought a big pink box to gather all her stuff in to keep them safe. Pink was her favourite color. She took my heart with her. I'm really broken.
