I don't really have a lot of words today, just a picture. This was in my Antioch apartment--Millie just being a cat. Sitting in the window, watching the world go by. There wasn't a lot of wildlife for her to watch in that particular apartment, though we did have the odd squirrel now and again.
Here, she was healthy. She was about seven or eight years old, filled-out, still energetic. It's most likely that as soon as I took this, as I tried to inch closer, she sensed me, turned, and meowed. Then, there would be no more quiet Kodak moments, just head-butting and purring, some sing-song talking from me. Everyday life with Millie.
I'm still sad. I'm not crying every five minutes anymore, but I'm still just...sad.