Getting used to grieving?
Sunday, March 25, 2018
It isn't the most flattering picture of me, but it shows how lovey L'il Bit was.
It's easier for me to not miss her during the day, but at night... that's a whole different ball of wax.
I miss her snuggling up to me.
I miss falling asleep to her loud purr.
I miss the heat she freely shared with me.
My life is colder without her.
I look at the tiny little urn her ashes rest in, and wonder how such a big personality, and almost 9 years of joy can be contained in such a small container.
It's just so difficult.