how do you get through ending a life? how do you say goodbye to a best friend, a face you've seen every day for the past 15 years 8 months? a being that has always been there for me no matter how drunk i was, how sober i was, how sad or happy, how messy or lazy or fit i was?
Sheera once placed herself between a screaming boyfriend and me as if she were my protector. she mourned at the loss of Mina by meowing loudly at the front door of the apartment. she was the reason i got out of bed each morning...she needed her meds.
my mind is in awe that somehow, eventually, this death will settle in like the last 2. will become another facet of me as a person, will change me a little but i'll move forward. i'll continue onward. my tears will dry up.
right now, though, my heart is inside out. thoroughly broken. i miss her, i miss my orangehead.