It rained this morning and it was cold. I woke up and pull the duvet closer to me.
I scanned my bed looking for that ginger and white fur. He had to be there somewhere, in a weather like this, he always climb on the bed to get some share of warmth.
And then it hit me.
He is no longer with us.
I wanted to scream and throw every thing beyond my reach.
I know neither of it will bring him back but atleast the world will know how much I am hurting inside.
My husband will be gone soon and I do not know how to continue living.
