On January 11th, it will be exactly six months since I lost my tabby kitty McCartney. He was only six years old, and died very suddenly of an enlarged heart. I had no clue it would happen, and there was no way I could have known in advance that he had one. It was the absolute biggest shock of my life. Several days before, he had seemed fine. And then before I knew it, he was gone. And I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye :(
McCartney was my best friend. I am such a huge cat lover and he was like my baby. He cheered me up better than anyone else could, and loved me in return. He had the cutest face, like that of a kitten, even though he was an adult. And he was so smart and mischievous. He also always kept me company in the kitchen at night while I packed my lunch and ironed clothes for work the next morning. I think about him all the time.
I suppose I am posting this because it has been especially hard for me lately. I feel as bad as I did when it first happened. I cry sometimes in bed at night or when driving home from work. I can't get all the sad things out of my mind, like touching and seeing him when he was already gone and wrapped up in a blanket in the box he was to be buried in. That was the hardest moment of my life and these past few days that vision won't go away. I am also scared of starting to forget certain things about him and what it was like to be around him. I don't want that to happen to me, and thinking about the sad parts doesn't help it. Does anyone else feel worried about that kind of stuff? I am in desperate need of prayers. Thank you for reading.
~I love you eternally, McCartney boy~
You can visit my kitty McCartney's Rainbow Bridge Memorial here: http://www.rainbowbridge.com/residents/MCCAR001/Resident.htm