It's now been a complete month since we put Butterscotch to sleep.
As much as I miss him, I'd feel even worse if he was still here, given how bad shape he was in. It's a funny, complicated feeling.
My mom got me a little stuffed cat that bears a remarkable resemblance to Butterscotch; I keep it on my bed and snuggle with it at night. And we got a lovely card from the veterinary clinic. Little kind gestures like these make the hard times a little easier to bear.
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