Night time has set in again, the hour that I always dread. I'm missing my little Puddy something fierce. I cleaned her room today instead of waiting until Saturday, my usual deep cleaning day. I thought I was being smart, dealing w/the pain now instead of postponing it. But I wasn't ready. Seeing her little bed and the new fountain that I bought just for her, all of her things, it was just too much. I've been feeling such sadness and now that it's dark, it's worse. I know that it'll get better; I've been through this before but as some of you have noted, Puddy was my heart kitty. So many of you have lost your beloved pets, so I hope you'll forgive me if it seems like I'm trying to drag this situation on. I'm really not; I just feel better when I let my feelings out and what better place to do that than PT? I wish I could turn back the clock to last weekend. Saturday and Sunday were her best days in months. I guess I just should comfort myself w/the fact that she's having even better days now. She is, isn't she?