letting go

who knew it would be so difficult to come to terms with the loss of a loved one, more so when the loved one is a four-legged furry one. the family mourned the loss of our beloved cat last night, who we had been with us for thirteen years. he practically grew up with the daughter. she was four when we got him.

thirteen years of him irritating us (and vice versa), greeting us at the door when we got back from work or school, thirteen years of feeding him at the hint of a meow...

furball mika, we will miss you dearly....may you rest in peace