After we got home from the vets that night I took off my bloody coat and hung it over a chair in the laundry room. That coat has sat on that chair, in the corner, where I didn’t have to look at it, for months. Today I came home from work to find my mother has washed it and placed it on my bed. You wouldn’t think it would have such an affect on me but it did. I cried…I sobbed. It’s not that I don’t like the jacket…I loved the jacket. But Kitty practically died in that jacket…it just brings back that night. I miss my cat.
