Sunday night. It’s been 5 days (120 hours) to this moment that I lay in this very spot on the couch with my sweet girl sleeping comfortably on my chest for the very last time. I did what I could in that moment to anchor in the vibration and sound of her purr. Somehow, it just doesn’t seem to have been sufficient. Then again, nothing ever will be.
I’m grateful I had the forethought to record her purr – a month ago today, ironically. Now all I need to do is create a longer recording of it looping. I miss that sound always, but nighttime is the hardest. She slept on me or next to my head for 17 years…purring most of each night.
I still can’t believe you’re not here with me, little Nibbles. I miss you so bad…