It’s sad to say it, but for the last 3 years I have felt closer to this cat than anything or anyone else. Normally that wouldn’t be sad, but I was in a relationship that entire time. One would think that I would be closest with that person I chose to share my life with, but when you hug someone and feel nothing coming back from them, and then you pet your cat and feel tons of love and happiness eminating from her, I guess after a while the things you can’t live without can change. I can accept that Andie doesn’t love me anymore even though it sucks. I think I could see her and not break down, but the cats are a different story. I need to go and finalize everything, and get my stuff out of her house so she can do what she wants, but honestly I have been avoiding it this entire time because I just can’t stand the thought of having to see my cats again. Just travelling through St Catharines right now kills me. I hate every second of being there. I just want to have my kitty on my lap and have her rub her face on mine. I miss her gross breathe so much.