Surviving the cat

Demon has been gone for a few weeks now, and I still feel a certain sense of loss.  I was surprised how quickly I readjusted to life without her.  Don't get me wrong, there were still a couple of days of panic.  My muscles were tense, I would flinch for no reason, I woke up in cold sweats once or twice.  But I guess I'm spending more time trying to make friends with real people.  Like I found a kindred spirit here on Vox who shares my passion for people search.  I wish I had a sandwich.  I'm not sure why that occurred to me or why I wrote it down.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm becoming more self-involved, because I no longer have a pet.  Like just now, maybe I'd be concerned about more important things if I still had that cat to look after--or worry about surviving.  Oh well, back to more people search.