today when I got home from work I saw a sight I hoped I would never have to see. One of my cats past away sometime this afternoon when I was at work. I'm their caregiver and should have seen the signs that he wouldn't make it past today. If I had seen the signs then I would have call in with an emergency and taken him to the vet and been there for him all day long to make his passing easier for him. The pain of ignorance is fresh in my heart as I battle these tears of sorrow from flowing down my face. I just got done burying him a few minutes ago and getting ready to try and make art of him if I can but I don't know if I'll even get the first line drawn of him before I break down. He has been in my life for a long time almost 16 years to this date from the day he was born and could fit in the palms of my hands till he could jump on my bed to sleep with me at night. I won't go looking for another cat at all since I still have one more left and I'll make sure that she gets taken care off as she is the same age as he is since they were no were isn't a the right word for this journal it means that I'm starting to forget about him and I don't want to forget him. He is her littermate brother and sister even if I'm filled sorrow, regret, pain, and what if's of him. I -breaks down into tears- I MISS HIM!