So, two days ago was the day. It's hard to believe it's been a month since I lost him. I'm in a slightly better place now. It's still painful. I miss my little buddy so much. It's been harder than I thought, because I never realized how much of what I do, or how many habits I developed, were about my cat.
Now, here's where I start to sound like a crazy person. That morning, at about 4:30ish (the exact time he passed away) I saw my Pilz-e. I had gotten up to use the rest room, and for just a moment, in place of his urn, I saw my cat. I watched for that moment, as it morphed back into the urn. I wasn't scared, and surprisingly I wasn't sad either. It felt comforting. Like he stopped by to visit, to check up on me.
I don't know what it means, if it means anything, but I started writing again after that. Not much, but it's progressing again, at least.
