I miss the one creature who always knew when the day had gone wrong. The grief shows up hardest at night when nobody is doing the little patrol of the hallway. I keep stepping around the spot where they used to sleep. The empty leash hook is doing too much emotionally. No one prepared me for how much of the house was actually their personality. There is a habit in my body that still bends toward the food bowl. No one prepared me for how much of the house was actually their personality.
For the cat who slept on my feet