It’s been a little over two weeks since we found Tucker dead. Poor little guy had something going on inside him that nobody could know about. Can’t say that I’ve ever lost a pet before, I mean we’ve had turtles and birds growing up as a kid, but I never got close to them. They were kind of like a toy that you mostly just looked at and admired. Same with fish. Though, I’m pretty sure Gin and Tonic died due to neglect. But a cat…I still can’t read the book that Inna’s old boss loaned me to help me deal. I open the first page and can’t even make it past the first sentence, “The way to Cat Heaven is a field of sweet grass…” *Choke*
I can’t even begin to imagine what it’ll be like if a person…
On the plus side of things, our remaining cat, Aggie, knows that she’s going to get all the attention. In fact, she’s acting a lot differently than when Tucker was around. She sits on laps now of her own free will. Weird. And she’s always meowing for the cuddles, which I’m sure she learned from Tucker.
I miss the guy’s voice. Every time Aggie makes that face I wonder if she’s wondering where her brother is.