Yesterday

It was not at all lost on me, that Dust in the Wind by Kansas was the first song to come on the radio, as I left the veterinary clinic with an empty carrier in one hand and a cardboard box in the other.

 

It's so hard to grasp that last week, at this time, she was fine. Last night, watching Roo go from sleeping area, to sleeping area, searching for her was absolutely heartbreaking.  Today, going through the routines, myself, but not having to watch that I didn't step on my permanent shadow--not having her attempting to engage me in chase--not having her constantly climbing up my pant legs--it just feels so quiet. So empty. The moments that she wasn't terrorizing my house, she was attached to me in one way or another. I am amazed by the memories created in such a short time. It's hard to believe I managed to get so attached in three months and it still isn't real that she left so quickly...