raining on the inside

Last night, I dreamed of the cat.

I dreamed someone cloned her so I could cuddle her one more time. (Yes, I know that cloning doesn't produce the same personality and all, but it was a dream.)

That's probably the hardest part of all this: that I wasn't there during her last days. That I didn't get to cuddle her one more time. Sometimes I think I would like the chance to really say goodbye.

And I thought I was coping.