It Feels A Tad Bit Lonely

I haven't spent much time upstairs in the past few weeks, let alone this week. I never thought that Gypsie's passing would make the house feel a lot empty. She was a small cat with a big presence. I already spend my whole day at work up here, but I really couldn't bring myself to hang out in my craft room. It feels alone, and I really didn't have the initiative to do anything else.

Here I am with not much words to say. Just lost in thought. It's been a week, I haven't heard any meows, paws on my leg for treats. I miss her dearly.