I miss waking up each morning and looking over to see Monet sitting on my chest near the window.
I miss Lovey throwing her front legs around my neck so we could “dance” together.
I miss Molly’s little face peeking up over the kitchen counter.
I miss Elsinore licking the white vase.
I miss Meow Meow gumming my arm when she got over-excited.
I miss watching Latifah eat her food enthusiastically, bopping other cats on the head to get theirs.
I miss giving Afer sub-q fluids while she purred and rolled over so I could rub her belly.
I miss coming home each night to see Omaha waiting for me, holding him and listening to his deep belly purr.
I miss them. Loved and Lost.