Kill or be killed

One of those days where the seams are being pulled apart and hardly holding together.

Nice weather.

Kitten by my side.

Dog awaits a bath.

Other kitten probably off laying in a sunbeam.

Yet, there's a whole in my heart. Missing too many people. Those who are gone and those who will return.

What is this sadness? It's been with me for so long. What is the magic that makes it go away? Peace? Acceptance? Fighting the good fight?

I want to lay my head on his chest and feel his heartbeat.

Soon it will be winter. Compounding the ripping at the seams.