I got up this morning and automatically looked down to make sure I didn't step on the cat as she ran out from under the bed. I left the bathroom door open a bit so she could come in and visit while I did bathroom things. I checked my feet going down the stairs because she runs in front of me as I walk. I glanced at the kitchen floor to make sure my husband had fed her when he got up and it suddenly occurred to me that she was gone. It hits me at the oddest times. There seems to be cats in every movie I watch, in every commercial on tv, in every magazine I pick up. In my heart I know she's no longer in pain but selfishly I wanted more time with her.
I did want to thank everyone for their kind words. They were very comforting.