Yesterday, The Hubby mentioned that our house looks a bit shabby, should we have any guests over, due to the puppy pee pads pinned up around litter boxes. I did that when Chuck was standing up while urinating, due to his bowel issues.
So, I cry. We have only the detritus of his existence, but no Chuck. Yes, Da Boyz are a handful, and Angel is beginning to find her place as big sister in the new Eastside Cats order.
But the pain underlies the joy, the busy-ness, the play, the feeding, cleaning, loving, and purring...plus keeping my eye on The 'O' Cats, now that it's gotten cold. We continue to observe bardo for Chuck's death, honoring his memory and his life. Having two Chuck look-alikes is interesting, yet neither mimic his personality in the slightest.
The puppy pee pads remain.
And so, I wait, with love.
|Prisma Image of Chuck|