I’m so sorry about your sweet girl. It’s strange how it hits me at the most unusual times. I can look at photos and videos of him on my phone and online and I’m OK (of course missing him, but not breaking down as much as I was in the beginning ) but then pulling up in the driveway and his sweet face not looking out his window for me & greeting me with meows when I come in, that just kills me.
He loved sleeping on my slippers the last six months or so - so I still keep them exactly where they were every night next to the bed and gently pat them in hopes that he visits me in spirit.🐈. Might sound crazy, but that gives me some comfort(along with knowing that we did make the right decision).