THE BIG THING: This is going worse than I feared it would, and I feared it would be bad. I have not eaten in 36 hours, I have not slept in 30 hours, and I have no desire to do either. I know my body will compel me to eat and sleep eventually, but not yet, not now. And I have to bring LC to the vet for her own liver and thyroid exam in 12 hours.
I know Skeeter's spirit is free and healthy and happy over The Bridge. I know he is romping with lost old and new friends in sunny fields. But I miss his happy lap-purring and his sauntering walk through the house. I miss his voracious appetite at dinner and breakfast. I miss tossing him tidbits of meat as I was preparing meals. Or surprising him with a kitty treat I had stashed in my pocket. I miss his WEIGHT on my lap.
I miss the color of orange fur! All over the house. On my clothes. On my chairs.
It has been exactly 12 hours since he left my life. The hole in my heart is as wide a castle gateway and deep as a moat. You don't need to reply, I am just casting this into the ether like a tumbleweed across the desert...
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