It has been two weeks since I let you go, Baby Boy. I'm fine when I keep myself busy, but as soon as I slow down (or climb into bed) it all comes rushing back at me.

I miss you cuddling with me. I miss our one-on-one time in the mornings. I miss you meowing at me becuase your "starving". I even miss you growling and hissing at Paizly (although I'm sure she doesn't). I miss you waking me up with your purr or a pat at 5am to feed you. Or if that didn't work, you'd go through the vertical blinds and make noise so I'd get up. You must have taught Paizly that, because she's doing it now.

I think Paizly still looks for you in your area in the dining room. Sometimes she'll sit there and stare into that room. I wonder if she sees you. Oh, the other day she sat in the bathroom next to the toilet just like you did too.

Zoee seemed a little depressed for a few days after you were gone. You were always here with her since her first day.

Ok, that's enough for now. I'm crying at work again.

I love you Tazmoe!!