Memories

P is having a bit of a get together this weekend with some of her old girlfriends so I’m surplus to requirements and spending a bit of time by myself. I’m not complaining, I’ve watched plenty of DVDs I’ve had sat around for months and, even though we’re together, we still manage to do our own things every now and again.

However, being alone has reminded me of the events around this time last year with my little furry friend and her eventual passing.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t be alone – I’d have the company of my cat who’d always want to be in whatever I was doing, constantly purring and then meowing for attention if I then dared to leave the room.

But this year, I really am by myself and it’s been hard not thinking about her (although why should it not be hard, I never want to stop thinking about her – after all I spent the best part of 50% of my life with her around). It’s just the house feels so empty and, even now, I still find myself turning around to see if she’s sat behind me waiting for a fuss. Although it’s probably all in my mind, I’m sure I can still hear her purring or snoring.

Needless to say, I think it’s probably not a good idea to go and see Marley and Me otherwise I’d be blubbing by the end of the film (not the best image for a bloke).