My heart aches. This afternoon I took a bit of a nap around 5pm (have not slept much in the last week). I was in my lazy-boy and just about to fall asleep when I felt Merlin walk across my chest as he usually does to find a comfortable spot. I look at it as Merlin's way of telling me that he made the journey to the RB and is doing OK. Many people in my local life don't believe that but I take comfort in believing it.
It's so empty here without him or someone one else to love.
I'm so glad to be back on PT. Only PT people really understand.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.