I think April is a nasty month. I should be happy thinking about the blooming flowers, buds on the trees, snow melting and all, and yet... it seems like I couldn't care less. This time of year is always somewhat rough for me. My husband reminded me it's a recuring thing...
What is not helping this feeling is seeing my kitty cat and coming to term with the fact he will be leaving me soon as well. It is hard for me to imagine coming home to an empty house, or not to have him visit me during the day, to not hear his loud purr in bed when he's squeezed between Hubby and me... He will be leaving such a big empty space.
Earlier I went downstairs to file something and he came down with me, just keeping me company, and chatting. Since he's been missing steps, here and there, I took him in my arms, and once again was surprised by how light and frail he feels. He's no longer my fat cat, but my little cat.
I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach... It's not a good feeling.