Been crying a lot lately.

My kitty was killed by a speeding car right in front of my house last week. I heard it happen, but didn't realize what it was (lotsa noise in the city) until the next morning when my roommate handed me a note left on our door describing everything, how the neighbor confronted the guy, telling me where they placed her... there were flowers and another note from someone else on her body. Everyone loved my cat.

I've grieved over deaths in the family before, and I tried to prepare myself for the possibility...but I just wasn't ready for this. She wasn't even five, just getting out of her angsty teenage years. I dunno if it's my changing hormones (doing hormone replacement therapy) or if I'm kid more open to my feelings now, or if I just had a super strong connection.

She was way, way too smart to keep inside (I tried, didn't work), but I can't help but feel guilty, though I know I shouldn't.

So I've been crying every night, but I guess it's good. Certainly feels better after I let it all out.

Anyway, thanks for reading. I needed to get this off my chest.