So Bella…my cat is very sick…and right, it’s a cat…so? Well I sat there last night asking that question…why does it bother me so much to the point where I can’t eat or sleep. Heres the answer….Bella was my father’s cat and it feels like a part of him is still with me. I sadly, don’t remember too much about him now as the years go on….at times I forget his face…I forgot his voice already. A man that meant so much to me….my mind blocks a lot of it out for some reason. I’ll listen to a song and not remember the words or feel that instant sickness and I realize it’s because I used to listen to it with my father. My dad loved my cat Bella. So it feels like a piece of my heart is breaking right now…and my heart is so ridiculously heavy. Trying to explain any of this to anyone is pointless…because many don’t understand and/or care about it. 

Yay for heavy hearts.

I think she’ll be ok…but it’s the fact that she’s not now that makes me so heavy hearted.