Sorry, but I just can’t bring myself to write up Byron’s TV listings today. I wish I had someone to do it for me, so I could enjoy a laugh or two, but that’s a no-go.
Grief has overcome me today. I knew it would. At least I didn’t break down and cry during physical therapy this morning.
Maybe I’ll be able to post a critter video by suppertime. Maybe tomorrow we can hear from Byron. We’ll see.
Oh, no worry. We understand and are praying for you. I, for one, am glad you are not among those callous, uncaring people who have no tenderness of heart in them.
Our cats are like our children.
Take care of yourself, Lee. You’re a good man and you did it right. The grief will pass.
It’s a tribute I pay to Robbie.
It takes time and space to heal—but you know this. I still get ambushed from time to time by a memory of my beloved pets, some having been gone for decades. Continuing to pray for you both.
I find myself missing my iguana, who died over 40 years ago. I had him for 17 years, and he was convinced he was a mammal, and behaved like one. His best friends were humans, dogs, and cats. *Sigh*
I understand, Lee. I found myself crying for Iggy this morning while I was housecleaning. So many spots where he used to sleep or play…. It’s been almost a year, and the grief keeps coming back. They’re all so dear to us. Just grieve. It’s natural. We all understand.
Me, too–I keep thinking I see Robbie out of the corner of my eye, in her usual places; but then I turn for a closer look.