It's been 9 days since she died. For me she went too soon.
We still aren't sure why.
I miss her as do the rest.
We keep expecting she will pop out of an empty box or from behind the TV.
I missed her terribly this week when I came home sick.
No warm cuddles or loud purring to lull me to sleep.
I am sad that I never mastered capturing her harlequin suit of fur
in paint or sketch or photograph - she was so gorgeous,
but those last moments together are etched on my heart.
She was a good cat and good friend.
