And it was awful. While my brother was handing them to me, I took one glance and was horrified. I told him I didn't want them and said, "They're my cat's dead paw prints. I don't want to see them."

I don't even know why I bothered with it. When they offered at the vet's it kinda took me aback and immediately I said no, but after a second, thought maybe someday in the future I would regret not having them so, I agreed.

I even thought at the time that not enough time will have passed between then and when I receive them in the mail. I was right.

The way I feel right now, I don't know if I'll ever want them. I don't have the paw prints of any of my other pets and many, many cats.
I have pictures of them from when they were alive. That's all I need.

I miss her. I'm still thinking of her everyday. More than once a day.

Btw, my avatar is a blurry photo of her.