I haven’t posted in a while because I didn’t quite know what to say.
I miss my bestest boy every single day. The house is still quiet, even though Wingnut has discovered his voice (at 5:00 a.m.). Abbie has taken up the mantle of meditation time, lying on my stomach while I try to destress.
But I went to clean the kitchen a little this afternoon and picked up a water bowl that John brought up from downstairs. Like any water bowl, it has some hard water stains on it, and it’ll never be perfectly clear glass again.
Binky was the only one of the cats who really drank a lot of water. The other two…they sip. Daintily. They get a little water in their food because they just don’t love drinking water like our big boy did.
So this bowl? It might never go back in the downstairs bathroom.
Seeing it, touching it, remembering…it was hard. And it just illustrates how very different Binky was.
Wingnut gets love every night. He’ll snuggle up next to me on the couch and try to wedge his ass as close as possible to mine. Abbie sleeps on the ottoman while we watch TV, close enough to look cute and get belly rubs.
But there are days I feel very, very alone because I don’t have my best friend next to me all day, every day anymore.