I can’t sleep in our bed anymore. I miss Jazzy too much.

Bed was her favorite, favorite place. She loved to go to bed at night; she’d run in there after me and she had a hard time waiting until I got under the covers so that she could loaf on my chest and purr as loud as she could.

The whole house feels empty without her. I don’t even want to be at home.

Everything is so sad.