Happy days die...but some survive

Miss my kitty. That's all I can say. Three weeks ago he died. On the outside and by the day it seems like I am over it. But that's not right. Every evening, when darkness surrounds me, I realize how alone I am without him. It's so empty here now. And than I can't hold back the tears. I still miss him. Miss him so much. I don't think that anybody can understand this, 'cause he was "just a cat"..but he was so important to me. I can't describe my pain..it just hurts so much. And the listless and tacky jokes of my aunt don't make it better. They just cause feelings of guilt. Why didn't I look after him much better. I should have protected him much more... Am I the one to blame? Is it my fault, that all my kittys are dead now? But I loved them all so much. Unique Leo. It makes me feel so bad. He was the best little kitty I've ever had.
I'm so sorry....

It is always hard to lose somebody, who belongs to the family. That also goes for animals. But you can't think that it was your fault! There are some things in life, which we are not able to expect or to control. We must accept them, no matter, how much it hurts.