I'm so sorry about your kitty. I lost my dog to cancer a year and a half ago. It's still hard. But it gets better. Recently, after my mom's house was broken into, she found a roll of film the burglars had apparently ejected from the camera while they were stealing it. So, she had it developed, although she had no idea how old it was or what was on it. Turns out it was film from Christmas about four years ago. There were two pictures of Obie, my dog, which my mother sent me in the mail, thinking I'd like to have them. I thought they'd make me cry, but instead I had to laugh at them. He is being typically gooberish and it just made me happy to have them. I put them up on my refrigerator.

((hug)) to get you through the hard part until you get to the happy memories part.