It was Meu's birthday yesterday. She would have been a teenager. Well; she'd been a teenager all her life, really, you never met a lazier cat.

I thought about her yesterday at work and nearly cried. My baby Meucat. She was so beautiful, my giant ginger furball. God, I loved that cat. I know she had a good life and all that - but why couldn't she have had a bit more of it?

Possibly it's silly to get so emotional over a cat, but I guess the people who think that never loved a cat the way I loved her. She was my baby; I fed her and cuddled her and loved her for eleven years, and now she's gone, and even though it's been a year and a half I still miss her like bloody hell.

In tribute, because we all love to make ourselves cry when we're sad, a song that currently hold my heartstrings tight:

Lonely days are long
Twilight sings a song
Of the happiness that used to be

Soon my eyes will close
Soon I'll find repose
And in dreams
You're always near to me

I'll see you in my dreams
Hold you in my dreams
Someone took you out of my arms
Still I feel the thrill of your charms

Lips that once were mine
Tender eyes that shine
They will light my lonely way tonight
I'll see you in my dreams