Theo is gone now, but she lives on in my heart, my photos and our conversations.

Theo is gone now, but she lives on in my heart, my photos and our conversations.

(Source: Flickr / westwhim)

9:05 a.m.

  • Me: Goodbye, sweet Theo.
  • The Cat:

5:26 p.m.

  • Me: I'm not leaving the door open, that's not how it works.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: I don't care if you're sick. In or out.

9:54 a.m.

  • Me: You know, I've always wanted a dog.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: What, too soon?

8:41 a.m.

  • Me: Look at that plant! Remember how pretty it was those first couple of weeks?
  • The Cat:
  • Me: It's a good thing you're not a plant.

10:02 a.m.

  • Me: Hey, come here. Come here!
  • The Cat:
  • Me: Ok, smelling the carpet's really important right now. I get it.

6:44 p.m.

  • Me: I've already forgotten what I forgot.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: Yeah, well.

5:55 p.m.

  • Me: I can't remember the last time I hugged her when she wasn't laying in bed.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: You. Are. So little comfort.

12:55 p.m.

  • Me: I'm sorry, I didn't notice. Let me fill that for you.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: You're going to throw up now, aren't you?

11:11 a.m.

  • Me: Stop, that is MY shoe & I'd like to put my foot in it now, please.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: You know, technically, everything in this room is mine.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: Okay, you can have the litter box.

7:49 a.m.

  • Me: I’m going to start poking people I don’t know very well IRL, see how they like it.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: Poke.

10:01 a.m.

  • Me: Like Scarlett O'Hara said, "Tomorrow is another day."
  • The Cat:
  • Me: I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to myself.

12:05 p.m.

  • Me: When they turn off the water to the building, the water stops coming out of the faucet.
  • The Cat:
  • Me: I have to explain this to you a lot, you think you'd get it by now.
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