Our old guy has been gone since Thanksgiving, yet every now again out of the corner of my eye, I still think I see him curled upon the couch or curled up on the floor in the bathroom....turns out it's just one of our winter hats we just threw on the couch, or a towel lying on the floor. A couple times the first week he was gone I caught myself making the kissy noise to call him in at night. That stuff always sets you back a bit. Or, if you move a piece of furniture and find one of their favorite toys, or in our case a stash of my elastic hair bands he lost forever under the stove.
We buried our old guy under the birdfeeders because that was his absolute favorite spot, for obvious reasons. I get to look at it all day while I'm at work and it never fails to make me smile...even right now there's about 3 feet of snow on top of his grave.
It does get easier but man, does it take an agonizing amount of time.
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It's over, but it's not.... - Hayseed
