I don’t know where to start.
His Royal Majesty King Louis Hersh the XXIII passed away on Wednesday,September 7,2016.
Now I am a Madman Without A Cat.
I am lost.
My drive,my enthusiasm for life is gone without him.
My heart is broken.
Otherwise known as Louie.
He was my life, my constant companion, my best friend, my child and the furry love of my life for over 2 years.
The best part of my days is gone.
I don’t want to come home at night. Home to a now empty and lifeless room. A room that I loved is now hollow and empty without my furry buddy in it. It haunts me mentally and emotionally that he isn’t here to greet me anymore.
His life and death were leading me to move out either way. Now that he is gone I have to.
The love of this cat,mine for him and his for me,kept me alive. Cuddling with him when I wasn’t emotionally up to living,kept me going. He helped me find a strength within me to keep going, even when the darkest corners of my own mind wanted me dead.
I want to live. I just do not comprehend or fathom how to without Louie.
I am trying to throw myself into my job,just to keep distracted.
Trying to find anything,something to relight…no,not relight,that fire died with Louie.
Something to light a new fire within me.
I just don’t know how or what will do it?
I want Louie back desperately with every fiber of my being.
I know that’s not going to happen and it is what hurts even more.
I have moved out now.
Louie my love, I miss you.
I’ll go on for you.