The death of my cat is really bothering me. The usual money worries and whatever else I worry about are still there, but the loss of my cat is really getting to me. Something/someone I truly loved and that loved me back. What a great cat. I was always happy to see him. He had a lot of personality.
Perhaps I'll get a kitten from the breeder in August, she kindly offered me a kitten if I can pay for the airline flight from back east. I'll try and find the money.
I have some freelance work to do and I'm dragging my feet on it and I don't understand why.
I have dishes and laundry to do, as always.
I'm just feeling really out of sorts. Not myself. I guess the feeling of loss will fade with time. But at the moment it's stronger than ever.
I wish the cat would jump up on my desk one more time and flop down next to my laptop to keep me company.