She was such a special little cat. I know it's trite but I do feel genuinely lucky to have had her for the short time that we did. But gosh I'd give an awful lot to have her back. She left a very big space in the world, for such a tiny little thing.
It's been a few months now. At first I thought I was properly going mad. I felt crushed and breathless. And of course, time helps and now I go about my day as normal. And when I do think of her it's with fondness and love. But just once in a while I get sideswiped by her loss.
She was a serious little cat. Never goofy or silly. She was wary of strangers and easily spooked. The only person she ever truly relaxed with was me. I was her human and she trusted me completely. She was always near me, watching carefully. My little shadow. I miss her.