Thursday, February 6, 2014



Today, like every day since he passed, I miss my boy Brady.

We are starting to look at new cats. I feel like I should fill that "third slot," yanno? I don't want to replace my boy. I just think my other male, Skeeter, misses the paws-on play. I think he's lonely. Plus, we cared for three cats before, why deny another cat a good home?

Him and Hope are boring together, quite frankly. Not that I don't adore them both. I do--Bray was just the life of this house. Without him, it's just quiet. Hope, our female, is okay. Skeeter misses his buddy, I just know it. Maybe it's time. I still hurt, but I'm not the kind to just shut many kitties need a good owner like me. I just want to keep loving, even though the loss of Brady still hurts. I know it will never stop. That's why I don't want to wait too long to find another cat. But it has to be juuuuust right ala Goldilocks.

Losing a pet is one of the worst feelings ever, especially when it's suddenly, like it was with Bray. There's not a day my heart doesn't ache for him, yet at the same time, I'm at peace because I trust God's plan.

Still, I just miss him. Aching, deep wound.

I miss you, Brady boy. You are my champion.


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