Have you ever cried so hard your entire face hurts?
I did just that when I lost my cat, Kyle. She was beaten to death by our neighbor’s dog as she unknowingly wandered on their lawn probably at the break of dawn. When the morning came, my mother frantically called me from outside our house, saying my cat was dead. I rushed outside, still heady from sleep, and there she was, cold as the morning air. She was pregnant, so I didn’t just lose her but her unborn kittens as well. She marked every corner of our house with her soft-white-angel-like fur that it never felt the same after her death.
