I was just thinking again.. And thinking is my enemy.
My babygirl Kitten.. She was 6 when she died, just shy of her 7th birthday. She would have been 8 last year. She'd have been 9 this year, and 10 next year. And then we get to the 10. I was 14 when she was born, back in 2005. It was a time full of confusion and mixed feelings about the world, and the best friend I could ever have was born to me. I raised her, and she became the best friend I could seriously ever think of having. I took for granted the time I had with her, thinking she would live for a very, very long time, not considering the possibility that she could (and did) get sick,