Strange how even some really shitty times were better than this because Melbcat was still with me.

Looking through photos and videos of her. She was so loving, so funny, and such a beautiful cat. I wish I had more videos. Especially of the mundane things I saw every day. Of her walking back in from the other room, and of her coming to the side of my bed waiting for me to lift the doona and let her climb in. It was the routine and how I remember her.

Now I’m seeing tiny odd little symptoms I recorded adding up.

I just want her back.