Your Pet Loss Diaries

Sunday June 28, 2009

by Sheila
(Davison, MI)

It's almost July 1st. Norman's birthday. He would have been 18. Seems like just a short time ago I was carrying this sweet little kitty in my lap, to his new home. Hard to believe that 18 years have gone by. This is the first birthday you've been gone. I dread it already. As the day gets closer, I feel this weird ache in my stomach. A lump in my throat. And an emptiness in my heart.

I always made sure you got extra yummies on your birthday. Can of tuna instead of cat food. A new toy or bed. Everyday was full of hugs and snuggles. I miss my boy so much. Now that his birthday is so near, it makes the heartache a little less bearable. I know he has been gone a few months, but it seems like only a few days ago I was saying goodbye to my sweet boy.

Happy 18th birthday to Momma's sweet baby boy. I hope you know how much I love you and miss you. My heart aches for you everyday.