My mind flashed back to this time period several years ago to a particular incident that I still reel from to this day. It was about knowing the truth about something that happened to me and Sparky was a part of this revelation. He was just the best cat in the world, who knew me inside and out. Sparky always knew what I needed.
My mind continued to flow through the past and I remember how surprised the vet was at the muscle tone on Sparky. He was an inside and outside cat who got his workout.
And then I remember when he got hurt somehow, only I didn't really know it. He stopped going outside and only got up for the necessities. I finally took him in to the vet. He had a fractured pelvis. He was probably hit by a car. And my heart stopped for a minute as the image took over my memory. There was nothing they could do for him, except to give him rest and let himself heal. It could've been so much worse.
And that's where the feelings stopped and stayed. And I missed him. And I kept missing him. And I missed him some more. Seven years felt like yesterday since he died.
And I don't think I will ever really stop missing him.