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It's been two days since I had to let Pablo go, and the pain hasn't gotten any easier.
Every morning I wake up expecting to hear him, see him waiting for me, or feel him beside me. For a brief moment I forget what happened... and then it all comes rushing back. Every single morning, my heart breaks all over again. Usually he was always sitting and purring on my lap when I was making music.
After 19 years, he wasn't just part of my life—he was part of who I was. He was there through every chapter of my life, through the good days and the bad, always offering comfort without asking for anything in return.
I like to believe he's with his little brother now, the one I had to say goodbye to last Christmas after he suffered a stroke. I hope they're together again, keeping each other company like they always should have.
After 19 years of always having cats in the house, the silence is unbearable. The house feels so empty now. I'd give anything to hear his purring one more time or see him waiting by the door when I come home.
I knew letting him go was the kindest thing I could do, but knowing that doesn't make the pain any easier.
I miss you so much, Pablo. I love you, and I always will.
Sorry for the amount of photos, but he deserved it.