It`s one of those days today. It was raining earlier. That`s how I feel...like a raincloud that needs to rain. But I can`t cry about it.
I really miss my cat. His name was Gilbert. We went camping in the mountains last month and he got away. He kept coming back but the last time he took off we couldn`t wait for him to come back. So we had to come home without him. I cried for the first couple of days but eventually it just became a constant hurt in my heart. My husband said we should get another kitten but I said no. I wanted the kids to learn how to grieve. But then my son would say Gilberts name over and over and it just broke my heart. I wanted to jump in our car and drive back to those mountains and find that damn cat even if it was the last thing I did. But then I realized my husband had the car at work.
But this weekend I finally caved. I said lets do it. I didn`t sleep much that week because I was thinking of Gilbert at night. I would wake up and wonder if he would be sleeping on my pillow. But he was never there.
We found the cutest little black kitten. I named him Milo (after Milo Ventimiglia) and he is cute. May be he is even making my heart hurt not so much.
So this article is dedicated to my Gilbert...lost but NEVER forgotten.


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She's pretty good about staying near to us. Sometimes she would start chasing a bug, and then she would realize how far away she was a freak out! She'd come running back and hid behind the legs of whichever family member was nearest.
Silly cat.
I'm sorry for the loss of Gilbert, I'm sure he's doing fine. yaya