Now the tears are flowing. I can't help it.

As I walk into the bathroom, it hits me. Bella isn't there following me like usual. She isn't sitting in the sink, waiting for me to turn on the water. Nor is she in the bathtub, hiding behind the shower curtain and attacking her tail.

Autumn isn't trying to get into the bathroom cupboard like usual. I can't hear her lion-like roar of a purr, nor her infamous sneezing.

They're not here.

I can't do this anymore. I don't know what I've done wrong to deserve such luck.