Ugh, I hate this. I fell asleep crying and woke up crying, and no amount of crying will ever bring my Gertie Pie back. Why is it getting harder instead of easier? All but one of the other furbabies came running to the bed to snuggle me when they heard me crying this morning, which is so, so sweet, but my gratitude for what's good is not stronger than my sad today
(The one furbaby who didn't come is our youngest cat. She's not very human attached because she still has her actual cat mommy, but she's adorable and amusing nonetheless.)