Three nights ago our beloved cat, Bear, went missing.
I'm absolutely heartsick and a complete mess. I cry nearly every hour. I even just did a Google search for pet poems, but apparently they're all sappy and ridiculous. As am I.
It's incredible how weird it feels to be in our house without him.
I don't want to leave the house in case he comes home. I don't want to return to the house in case he hasn't.
I know it isn't earth shattering. That many people are dealing or have dealt with things that are ten times worse. But my heart just feels so heavy. I feel like he was my responsibility and I have failed as a parent and pet owner and just a person in general.
And now I've just ensured that my one reader will never read again. Sorry for the self-pity, but, as this has now become a diary, I might as well lament.