The weather has been beautiful here, but suddenly today it turns gray and cold, and that seems right to me. I don't think I could have stood it if it was so nice outside. It's been so hard watching the other cats play outside and wishing Eileen was here to play with them.
Today she would have been inside with me, sleeping on the couch or in our bed, all snuggly and warm. And I would wake her up just to smell the soft fur of her belly and kiss her there and she would be so patient and tolerant, like she understood my need to do that. She would purr and bow her head down so I could kiss her forehead. If I lay on the bed with her, she would curl right up with me. It would be good to have her here today.
But somehow the pain is less with the bad weather. It does not remind me of the day she died. She died on a gorgeous summer day, and I'm glad of it, because she wasn't outside in the rain or the cold, but I'm also glad that today doesn't remind me of that day. I don't know if that makes sense.
Next month it will be one year. I cannot believe it has been so long. It seems like yesterday. I can remember so clearly how soft the fur was behind her ears. I can remember how warm her feet were when she walked on me. I can remember what it felt like when she "groomed" me by licking my face.
You're never far from my mind, sweetheart. Mommy thinks about you all the time and mommy and daddy miss you so much. We love you.
Magdalene