I lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling light. Once upon a time, when I’m laying down, my Mitty the Kitty comes to see me.

But he won’t be coming to see me again. He passed away Saturday morning.

I’m trying to move on, but it won’t be easy.  I can escape for a while, be it to Maine, or Las Vegas, but the fact is, my Mitty is gone and I will never see him again.

How will I live without his big, adoring, green cat eyes, looking at me every day?