Photo of Honey Cat, the day before she died.
Three months ago today Honey Cat died.
There's not a day since that has gone by when she hasn't come into my mind.
Of course, since she "lives" in my heart, that's not all that surprising.
We had her for 17 sweet years so I cannot complain.
I hated when she was sick the past year of her life.
Still, I feel like she's still around.
I often look for her and then realize she's not going to be found.
Habits die with difficulty. On the Fourth of July I planned to go outside, look for her, and make her come into the house because the firecrackers would scare her.
After all, that's what I did for 17 July 4th holidays in a row.
This year, there was no Honey Cat to pick up and bring into the house.
I wonder if it will ever stop hurting.
The little sweetheart took a piece of my heart when she died.
Yes, a part of me died, too, when she took her last breath.
I miss her so much.
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