How can someone who weighed 16 lbs in his prime and 10 at death leave the house feeling empty?
How can a cat who was mostly silent, save for purring while cuddling and the occasional rusty-hinge meow when I wasn’t listening to him, leave the house so silent?
I slept very badly and my head hurts. I think part of it is losing two cats so close together, in a year of tumultuous change. Even good change is stress.
I will try to resume the blog by Thursday. Don’t worry (too much) about me.
Yes, I know Greebo was just a cat. As was Euclid.
I’m not sure what that means, but I know it.
I’ll go on. This will pass. And I’m aware I’m probably being stupid. But I feel like I’m thinking through goop.
I’ll be back.