My first ever pets, Henry, Pumpkin and Sweet Spot, were given to me about 2004 by my then boyfriend/now husband. Henry was a stray kitten my husband found alone in a forest, pumpkin we adopted to keep Henry company, and Sweet Spot adopted me by showing up one day at my door and staying.
Henry died in 2014, and Pumpkin and Sweet Spot died last year (February and August). They were the best friends I ever had (sounds weird?) and were with me through some very hard times and some very happy times. Me and "my trio". The last one of the trio dying (Sweet Spot) was the worst - it was like a chunk of my life was gone too, now that the three of them were gone. I loved them a lot and I think they loved me too.
I still miss them so much, which makes me think I am nuts. I still cry about it at least once a week in secret, so my husband doessnt think I'm too crazy. Am I? I go to work every day, I have people friends, I feel normal most of the time. Just sometimes I still feel really really sad and miss them sooooo much.