Tig and Gracie’s vet is in a little shopping center with a Ukrops. Prior to last year (and using Lousy Vet instead of Great Vet until the Great Gracie IBD Misdiagnosis), I mostly went to the Ukrops, bought groceries, went home. From December through February, I was there every week, sometimes every few days. I still bought groceries when I didn’t have Tig. The market is on my way home from many places, including my synagogue.
Haven’t been back there since Tig died. I thought it was because I started going to the store that’s five minutes closer out of convenience.
Nope.
I stopped by the vet’s today, as I was driving past, and realized the reason I wasn’t shopping at that Ukrops is because I couldn’t bear to be in the last place I had my Tig.
The reason I stopped by the vet was to tell them I’m looking for another orange Maine coon mix, preferably a kitten, definitely a male. Then I went to my car and tried not to cry.
I miss my Tig.
Hug.