I still can’t believe that Lucy (my cat) is dead. She wasn’t even two years old! We called her Bright Eyes because of the way her eyes would shine with mischief and curiosity. Everything interested her, and if you visited me, you would hear a lot of, “No, Lucy. No. NO, Lucy!” Followed by uncontainable laughter as she would sit where she wasn’t supoosed to be blinking at me. It’s breaking my heart, so I keep trying to ignore the pain and act as if it doesn’t exist. I’m cleaning everything I can think of. I’m running errands that don’t matter. I’m eating things I shouldn’t and not sleeping because I don’t want to dream. I know where this behavior gets me (nowhere) so I don’t know why I keep doing the same thing over and over and over and … you get the idea. I miss her. (understatement.)
You are forever in my heart, Lucy
