Today is my Victor's 16th birthday. Or rather, it would have been. We should be going for a car ride, watching the fish in the pet store, and enjoying the first day of Spring. Instead I have empty arms, a broken heart, and pain beyond measure. I have a nose print, a tiny hand print, and a small box of ashes. I have only memories. I want my sweet boy back. I want the cuddles. I want the demanding meow. I want to have to give over ever bite I wish to consume to be inspected first. I want all of it..and all I have is pain.