One year ago today, my 17-year old muse died.
I still ache for her.
Today, she gave me an incredible gift.
A year may have passed since I last kissed her furry little head, but she is still as close to me as the day I was forced to say goodbye.
I still feel her against my chest, in my heart.
I always will.
What a gift to know she is still there, loving me like no other.