On November 30th my sister's cat died for a heart attack, and she was only 8 year old.
Her name was Tiki and she was a badass of cat.
We discovered her body in the morning... it was horrible and sad, and nothing could be done to change that.
My big sister is heart broken, the same morning i took our little furball to the vet so they could call the pet burying association.
she was not able to do it herself and i can blame her.
It feel so wrong, when i leaved the place i had this shitty feeling that I was abandoning her. Even now i have the desire return her and hope to find her alive.
But i can't change the past, so i'm trying to stay close to her as much as i can.

Today, even if i accepted that she is gone, i'm pretty tired.
I will work on commission to distract myself, but i will work more slowly than usual and my clients know that i hate to let them wait. My mind is at peace, but not my body and heart.
So forgive me if i will not be fast to respond and other thing