Grief fades but doesn't disappear

It's coming up on the one year anniversary of Mommie's death. It still makes me cry when I think of her.I can't shake the feeling that I murdered her. This year, I want to do something to memorialize her insome way.

I've almost forgotten the details of her face and her questioning trill. I still sometimes sing the nonsense song I sang to her:

Mommie Loo, I love you.
I really do, O Mommie Loo.
Mommie Cat, I love you
and that is that, O Mommie Cat.

It's not as though I don't love my trio of tabbies. It's not as though I don't have a cool, full life, full of things I love. I just sometimes still miss her.

Grief subsides

It’s been 7+ months since Mommie Cat died and I miss her still, but not with the grinding sorrow of fresh grief.

Because of the vacancy Mommie left, Outside Tiger has slowly become an inside tiger, sleeping at the foot of my bed. Tommie, her “kitten,” has taken Mommie’s place as my right-hand cat, always close by, waiting for skritches and treats. And Cat is now my only girl.

I’ve been in my new job since June and it’s heaven. I enjoy my co-workers greatly. The work is fairly easy.