Life is Golden

At least I believe it is, I am still getting used to my cat being gone, but life is still golden. In regards to pet loss, I keep expecting to see him running up the stairs, come over to my legs and rub his little soft ears on me. I keep expecting to see him fat, healthy and happy sunbathing next to the sliding glass door which leads to the porch. I miss hearing his loud meow's in the early morning hours. I miss him coming over and laying on the ground next to me while I do yoga in the basement. I miss my cat, Tommy. I miss him a lot. I know though that he is in a better place, heaven, with God.C: I talked to my grandma Mary about pet loss, their cat, Annie died this year too. She hung a picture of Annie downstairs, and a smaller one of Annie is among pictures of family. I am considering putting a picture of Tommy up in my room, I actually want to re-do my room... I think I should paint it... And find more pictures and pick out different lights. I want a change. Maybe some average Christmas like lights to go around my window, might paint my room a light or ocean blue, put up some positive quote pictures. Add some fun lights around, make my room more live-able.