I put on a tee tonight and considered all the holes in it. They're all about the same size and in very close proximity to each other. This is because they're all damaged caused by Tinkerbell.
Tink climbed on me a lot. She didn't exactly have an interest in doing this without claws. My skin took a lot of damage and so did my clothes.
And as much as it annoyed me then, now I'm grateful for it. These holes are memories of her, reminders of her remarkable place in my life. Now I'm not saying this should be an excuse for people to damage you or your life on purpose. This wouldn't be acceptable from a human.
But she was my kitty and I miss her. I'm glad I have some tangible reminders of her. Her death still really hurts.
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