I have a new reason to hate valentines day...

I've always been one to be adverse to the general aspects of valentines day. I won't bother getting into it, as it is all things we've heard time and time again.

I have a new reason to hate valentines day though. From this moment on, it will always be the day my cat died...

I am 22 years old, and she was 20...
I honestly can't even remember a time before she was around...
She was a part of my life...
It bothers me so much that she's gone...
It feels wrong somehow...

I've been prepping myself for this for almost 3 years now, but it still hurts...
Two summers ago, when I was staying at my parents house for work, I actually looked at her and thought everyday might be the last I ever see her.
I often would lie down on the floor under the dining room table and pet her for a few minutes before sleep each night, just in case it was the last time.
There were a few times I woke her up out of her slumber, just because I couldn't tell if it was over...

I can't even manage to compose my thoughts coherently it seems...

Monkey
She was a cat...
I loved her...

It's that simple...