And of course, there is the bed. She was always sleeping on my afghan. In the morning she would wait patiently outside our bedroom door for us to let her in.
And now she is gone. Just like that. Gone.
Something feels amiss. I always had a love hate relationship with her. When she was younger she would bite and scratch me so I sort of stayed away from her. She was my husbands cat really. He adored her. He always took her to be groomed every 6 weeks. And always paid thousands of dollars to the vet to keep her healthy.
But now I miss her too. I am sad that we were not here when she died.
RIP Sherpa. I miss your voice.