Thursday, April 19, 2012

All I did...

...was refill the water dishes.

That's it.

And the grief came rushing back.

For the first time in seven and a half years, Popoki wasn't there to meow incessantly at me as the pitcher filled and try to stick her head into the pitcher as I poured the water into the bowls.  She wasn't there lurking, hoping that me going into the downstairs half bath meant that I was going to give her more water.

I came up to get myself some lunch and saw her last vial of insulin in the fridge.

Oh, my heart hurts.

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