Today is the saddest day of my life. Fifteen years ago, I adopted a stray kitten who's mother had been hit by a car. I fed her with an eyedropper and washed her behind with a warm washcloth. I was there when her eyes opened for the first time.
I slept with her every night and whispered my secrets to her when I was depressed. She never told anyone. Every Wednesday and Saturday morning I gave her a can of Fancy Feast and smiled as she talked to me through the ritual. She survived breast cancer five times. She outlasted numerous boyfriends, countless apartments and myriad roommates.
She was an ever present part of my world and my life.
She died tonight.
I will miss her profoundly. I already do.