Losing my Dewey has really brought me down.
We've always had pets, so I am no stranger to the loss of a beloved furbaby.
This one loss feels more painful.
When my Misty crossed the rainbow bridge, I felt the same way. She's the little grey kitty with my Oogie. She was my baby girl too. The sweetest little thing ever.
Right now, I can't believe my Oogie is 15 years old.
They pass through our lives so quickly. Dewey was only with us in the house for about 5 years, but she was outside another 2 and I was caring for her then. It is hard to believe it was such a short period of time. It feels like forever.
And now she's gone.
I miss her cotton candy fluff that got into everything. I miss her sitting on my laptop, which is slowly dying right now too. (That's another story though). I miss her stealing food and trying to help me cook. I miss her running and sliding through the house. I miss her little headbutts. I just miss her. She was the life of the party. I don't know that I'll ever get over losing her.
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