I ventured out onto my front porch with a cat carrier and some treats. For the first time ever, I set about coaxing a cat into a carrier. A few hours later, after a trip to the vet, Charlie was ours.
I can't believe it's been a year. I can't believe he's gone. Sometimes I think I dreamed the whole thing.
Missing him still hurts . . . . a lot. Especially today. But it's so worth the 4 months we got to spend with him. I'd never trade those days for anything.