Rest easy, Shyssa

memorial watercolor cat portrait

Death of a loved one is weird to process because every moment I am happy and then think of Shyssa, I feel like I am moving on and I want her to know that I will never forget her and that I want her to be here sharing my life with me. But she’s not. And she doesn’t want me stuck. And she doesn’t want me sad. She doesn’t want anything. She’s not a live. She’s not here anymore. And I want to be happy and heartbroken and respect her memory forever. I’m just a bundle of emotions, but I guess one day of not crying this week isn’t bad for the process.

I will love you forever, little one.

I don’t know how to be a crazy cat lady without my crazy cat.