I've sat w/Boo on my lap and I've also held him and rocked him while standing. That's his favorite; he loves it when I throw him over my shoulder and he lets his legs hang down, secure knowing that I'm holding his little butt. I've told him that I cried, too, b/c I miss Pidgie so much, I've told him that she misses us as well but that she's happy now and not sick or old or in pain. I've told him that he doesn't need to be afraid, that I'll always take care of him, that I'll never leave him and that he will see Pidgie again one day. I've said it all, talking to him as I would a dear child. For a while I thought I had gotten through to him b/c he was acting closer to normal but last night was so sad. He actually trembled when I picked him up and held him close. Tonight, though, he wanted to go downstairs to sleep instead of going to bed w/me so I let him. I don't want to force him to do something he doesn't want to do even though I'll worry about him b/c I won't be able to reach out and pet him to reassure him. I sure hope his little broken heart mends soon b/c this is really breaking mine.