I went out to get my taxes done tonight. Came home at 8:25 to discover a message on the voice mail from 8:03 saying my cat had been spotted. Ran out in my pj’s and a coat and of course, she was already gone.
My heart was pounding! Feel like someone in a novel whose long lost love had come home. But…
Past few weeks, I’ve been feeling guilty, because I just adore the Gang of Two. It’s like when your lover dies and the first time you love someone new, you feel disloyal. I’ve been feeling that. And now I find, my hard pounding so hard, that yes, I miss her and love her after all. So much…maybe too much. Maybe holding the feelings down. Right now I’m overwhelmed with emotion.
At least she’s out there!
