Every evening, my cat Whiskers would sit by the window, watching the world go by. Now, that window is empty, and it hurts every time I look at it. I keep expecting to see him there, his little head turning towards me with that look of love in his eyes. I miss the way he’d jump into my lap, purring contentedly as we watched the sunset together. The silence in the house is deafening without him, and I find myself talking to him, hoping somehow he can still hear me 😭