Keito, my 'babykitty', who I have had since he was 5 weeks old, is gone. We helped him cross the rainbow bridge at 11:38pm, October 5, 2019.
This morning is the first time I haven't greeted by him. I wasn't followed into the bathroom, my glasses ear pieces weren't snogged and chewed on, my fingers weren't licked and nibbled on, and my jewelry/watch cheek rubbed on. I miss his sound, his silky soft fur, and his calm loving personality.
He was mine and I was his. I feel as if I've had a limb removed, or a big chunk of my heart. I think part of me has died inside as well.
