The Danger of Reopening Old Wounds

As this year nears its end and the sun shines less during the day, I find myself not able to be distracted like I was during the summer. As a result, I am starting to feel the loss of my cat again.

It seems like I am reminded almost weekly of Reggie now. I still miss him. Who would have thought that almost a year after his death the wounds of that loss would not have fully healed? Apparently, some still have a thin scab and are easily reopened.

With the cold of winter closing in, the nights are sometimes quite lonely without that fur ball curled up on the bed next to me.