A chilly, overcast day with rain moving in later, so no walkies for us today. And I take Sparky's collar, not his leash. Oh my goodness - "leash" was a dirty word in his book - and the only time he had to be on one was when I took him to the vet or Petsmart or some such place. He had a 2 acre play yard to run free in here at home, - no leash permitted - and he used to be very good at being our Director of Homeland Security. Nothing invaded his domain without him knowing about it!

I'll probably leave his water bowl right where it is until all the water just evaporates out of it. Then I'll have no excuse for not picking it up. It's in the kitchen, and Myndi has her own water bowl by my desk, since she can't walk on tile floors like in the kitchen, without all 4 legs going out from under her. She doesn't do slippery surfaces! Only one of my son's cats used to get any use out of Sparky's bowl, and liked to dip her paws in it as soon as I put a fresh bowl full down, but even she hasn't bothered with it since Sparky passed.

And yeah - I know it will all get easier in time, as I have been down this lonely road many times before. For some reason, I'm finding it much more difficult this time. Maybe Sparky really was my true dog, and I just never realized it before now. And it's strange too, being a one dog only household, since for well over 30 years, it has always been at least 2, and sometimes 3 and 4. It's just too darned quiet...

Hugs and kisses to you Sparks.....