Yesterday, I had to say goodbye to my little sunshine, Pegs.

My pillow is empty, her sunny spots are bare, and the house feels so quiet without her demanding a tap to be turned on.

She was diagnosed with stage 3 Chronic Kidney Disease back in 2019, but in true Pegs style, she gave the vets the middle paw and stuck around for nearly six extra years of snuggles, sass and sunbathing.

She was my shadow, my sunshine, my chin-resting, loo-sitting, cuddle-demanding little tabby with a resting bitch face that could fuck you up from across the room — and my heart hurts more than I can say.

I held her tight as her heart stopped, and even though I know it was the right thing for her, I don’t think anything can really prepare you for the silence they leave behind.

I’m so grateful for the memories. For the thousands of photos and videos. For the years of unconditional love, ridiculous habits, and very little regard for personal space. And for all of you — her many fans, both in real life and online — who loved her right along with me.