It's the little things. A box was thrown in the middle of my living room to be disposed of soon, it was the perfect size for her to play in. A fly got in through the door, she would've loved to have chased it down. The air cooled enough for me to need to use a blanket, it felt lighter than it did when she was around to lie there on it. I have to keep in mind, she was 19, it was her time.
I miss her.
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@JohnnyNoir Oh yes, it's why there's part of me that is just fine with it, she's peacefully without "old age" pain now. 14 was about when I did the same with her, would weigh out if each thing i was doing was more important than her (giving attention,etc).
@minxy I got him from the shelter in 2010. Never had a pet live this long. He's still very active, loves to lay outside in the sun. I pretty much let him have his way
