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:: Wednesday, November 06, 2002 ::
Tonight is the first night in I think about six years where I go to bed not knowing exactly where my kitty is.
It hurts more as I think about it. And even more when I don't, and finally get back to the thought I'd put in the back of my head. I'll never snuggle with Siegfried again. Never lean over her as she looked at me inquisitively, only to have her smile and shut her eyes as I scratched her ears and told her good kitty, good kitty.
Even as I think these thoughts I smile, because I remember just how happy she makes me. I don't think I'll really recognize the loss until Thanksgiving, when I go home and there's no feline on my bed.
I wish Siegfried could ever have played on the black sheets I have here. She would have camoflauged - it would have been so damn cute.
:: Peter 3:53 AM [+] ::
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