Andy. Florida. This blog is very extra, bring your friends and your cat.

I don’t think I’ve ever truly experienced grief before. It’s a hard slow poison that comes in waves sometimes unexpectedly. But it hurts. I’ve heard of grief, even empathized with others explaining grief, now I get it though. The feeling of loss eats away at you, or rather a piece of you is gone. It’s a strange sensation. Powerful though at its core, a feeling that probably never goes away, but just gets easier as they say. I hope so for my sake as the last two days have been painful. I just want her back. I plead when I cry to just get her back for a minute. It’s the most senseless thing, I feel like a kid again pleading for the impossible.

Rest in peace my baby girl. I have but an hour until we go to the vet for your final moments. I love you so much, and I always will. I’m so sorry we couldn’t have longer together. I don’t know how I’ll do this today. I’m going to miss you so much Chicapea.