She's Gone

And just like that, she's gone.

My Maebelline died today. My precious, constant companion for the past six years is gone. I buried my face in her fur and clutched the steel table at the vet's office as they put her down. "I'm sorry," he said, looking sympathetic. She jerked and went still. Very still.

"I think I need to take a walk. Sorry for pulling you out of church," I mumbled, and made it as far as the waiting room before sliding down the wall into a puddle of tears.

We buried her alongside the hydrangeas beneath my bedroom window. It began to rain soon after. My little kitty... my friend in fur pajamas.... outside in the rain. Tied in a plastic bag beneath the dirt.

It can't be. It just can't be....