I honestly don’t know what to say or how to appropriately express my feelings. Two weeks ago, Simba passed with renal lymphoma. It’s been rough. Waking up and not having him crawl over to the bed to rub his face on mine, coming home from work and not seeing him roll over on his back to greet me, not being able to cuddle and hang out with him when I’m working/chilling/eating/and everything in between. He was the perfect cat, and had the power to soften the heart of anyone who ever met him. The last fifteen days, I’ve been bouncing between obsessively going through every photo of him while trying to not think about him when it hurts too much. The emotions are wild. Sometimes I think I’m fine and the next instant I have uncontrollable sadness. I realize more and more I’m not so good with this loss thing. Looking back, I used to think I took way too many photos of Simba. Now I feel like I don’t have enough. (I now understand a little more why my mom & dad insist on taking photos in every occasion) Even though it feels like it was way too early for Simba to go, I am grateful to God for the time he had on this earth and glad that @tammywcho brought him to my life. You were the most wonderful cat in the world and I’m going to miss you so much. Thank you for sharing your love with me and all our friends and family. Thank you for living life with me. Rest In Peace ♥️