There’s a world of difference between mourning a loss and remembering the one you lost.
I’ve tried, since it happened, to come to grips with what happened. Patches was, to borrow a cliche, my best friend in the universe. Even though I only had her for 3 years, there wasn’t a single day where I could come home from work in a bad mood because she would wait for me by the door and give me the best greeting ever when I got home.
On Saturday mornings, we’d spend hours reading blogs and news and watching YouTube videos on my desk. It was quality time that was a guarantee. In fact, if I dared miss our “together time,” she would gently remind me throughout the day and even make up for it on Sunday.
I can’t sit here and say I’m over it, or even that I will be “over it” soon… Or ever…
But I loved her… And I miss her… And out of love and respect for her, I won’t “mourn” her. Mourning is sadness connected to death. I’ll remember her, because she meant so much to me in life.
RIP, baby.