by Valerie Jo
(Silverdale,WA)
There hasn't been a night yet that I have gone to bed without crying. I find myself looking for Stewie everywhere and wanting to hold him.
The other night my other 2 cats started running around upstairs, an activity only Stewie did at night, and all I could think of was "Stew is here". The next morning my sister said to me that she swore she saw Stewie with Tink (his companion).
His spirit is with me and yet it brings no comfort as I wish it did. I can't see him or pet him and I long for him to sit with me while I am sad! I hate this pain and I hate my buddy being gone!
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