One Year Without My Furry Chaos Agent

It’s been almost a year since my cat, Loki, decided to peace out of this world. I still find his fur on my clothes and, honestly, it’s like he’s haunting me (in a good way). The house is way too quiet now—no more midnight zoomies or judgmental stares while I eat snacks. Sometimes I catch myself talking to the empty spot on the couch where he used to loaf. My friends and I still swap Loki stories, like the time he tried to fight the vacuum and lost spectacularly. If there’s a cat afterlife, I hope he’s causing as much chaos there as he did here. Miss you, little gremlin. You’re still the main character in all our group chats. Anyone else still talking to their pets long after they’re gone? #Pets #Cats #PetLoss