I keep dreaming of my babies and I keep waking up with them gone. Trinket was gone, I miss my kitty. Abby-dog was gone, she was so sweet. Maggie had long disappeared, the bed turned cold where she had slept. My baby boy Kujo’s space was empty, he didn’t kiss me awake or bark at the window because someone was walking past. It was quiet. Penny wasn’t snoring softy and Beto wasn’t whining to be fed. I’m so tired. I want a baby to snuggle. I want to be able to cry and talk to something other than my uncaring reflection. I want to be able to sob into something other than my tear-stained pillow. I’m so tired. I just want to sleep. I want a baby. I want to cuddle with my babies again. I miss them so much. I miss my old cat’s purring. I miss Oreo taking up half the bed despite being a six pound cat. I miss them so much. I can’t sleep any more and my head hurts. Nothing’s right here. It’s too quiet and too still. I miss them. I’m so tired. I’m really tired.