This right here is Justice. Better known (and only known, in her head) as Kitty. She cuddled with me every night that I lived at home. We knew each other. She was picky and weird and sensitive. But I knew how to take care of her. And she knew how to take care of me. She always knew when I had a bad day. If I was upset or crying, she would always find me and bug me until I got my mind off of whatever it was and paid attention to her.
But, as all things do, she got old. And so today my dad had to take her and get her put down. Although I now live 8+ hours away, it still hurts and I still miss her.
Missing my baby today.
