As of yesterday (11/30/23), it has been one full year since Zaffer had his CT scan. That day was extremely stressful for him (and me), as were each of his multitude of other diagnostic procedures through the months. I try to think of our happy times. But my memories of Zaf's pain, fear, and suffering tend to ruin the chance for any sense of contentment from those pleasant recollections of our loving moments. My days are filled with agony and sorrow remembering my sweet blue companion and the horrors he encountered. I keep it all mostly to myself... but sometimes the need to express my plight overwhelms me.
He was always so in tune with me.
His very favorite place to sleep (my chest)!
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