The One Thing

This week's been pretty good. Today was good. I got a raise this week.. and today I asked for my old position back. I was stumbling, and came across the one thing that could ever make me sad, and that's this:

And it's because I miss my kitty. A couple months ago, I took in the sweetest kitty ever. I'm pretty sure he was part Siamese, and had a bit of sneaky-long-haired-cat-down-the-street in him. He was found in the rain by a homeless couple a friend of mine talks to and occasionally helps out. So, she brought him up to the coffee shop, took up a collection, and I took him home. A pet is a hell of a commitment. I'm not much of a cat person, but he made me one.
I had him for about a month, and noticed he hadn't grown. Someone told me he probably had, I just hadn't noticed, because I see him all the time. I disagreed. Then one day his belly plumped out. I knew there was something wrong with him. I asked my mom to take him to the vet, and I was pretty sure whatever it was, it was fatal, and there wasn't anything anyone could do. After all, I do have the Googles. The next day he was put down. That was a few weeks ago. I miss him terribly. That same night I went to my friend Melissa's house, and she threw her kitten in my lap. I sat there and cried. I miss holding him. I miss playing with him.
When I stumbled across this photo.. it reminded me of the small piece of my life that I've been missing. I've toyed with the idea of getting another kitten. I have cats, don't get me wrong. Epoch was special. He was really special. He was the only cat that I took off the street. Even though life is good, and I'm happier than I've been in a while, there's still a kitty shaped piece missing. I can't just replace him, either. I've decided when there's another really special kitty out there, we'll find each other. Until then, I'll have to do without a little kitty.