I have visited my best friend’s graveyard today, I havent been there since we buried him, 6 years ago. He was the best cat i’ve ever known, and i felt really bad for never going there.
Each Halloween I wanted to go there, but every time something (agoraphobia) was stopping me.
Dont know what was it about today that made me lose almost all of my fear, maybe its the weather that really suits Halloween, fog, snow, rain, gloomy and windy. But whatever it was I am very glad it did.
His ghost didnt come, not visibly at least, but I’ve left some cat food he would love.
I very much expected to at least be sad/cry, but I felt nothing, and I choose to believe this means he is not there and he is safe.