Everything I have, which I wish was more (and why did I take so few pictures in 2010?):

Skirt

It’s amazing how okay I am with this in the middle of the day and how upset I am by it in the middle of the night.

I’ve cried more over this cat than I did over the last two human members of my family who passed away combined. What does that say about me?

I miss hearing random jangling bells in the hallway, especially when the doorbell rings or a door opens somewhere. I’ve been surfing the net all night and no one has poked my elbow with their paw to tell me to stop. No one has burrowed under the covers on the bed because the heat’s gone down for the night. No one to race me out of the bed when I wake up, either. The treat ball is just sitting in the corner. What am I supposed to do with all of this stuff?

It’s not fair that she didn’t get an old age or even any warning. Her heart just stopped, in the middle of the night, for no reason. That’s not fair.