Thank you so much for your kind words about Hugo. Any ounce of support helps from those who know what it is like to open the door and subconsciously wait for your best friend to run and greet you until you realize that wait...he's not coming. Even though it is all I think about, constantly, I still haven't adjusted. I hope that it will come with time. What makes me happy underneath the constant onslaughts of teary eyes is that Hugo lived a happy life full of love and adventure and had so many friends. Even the toughest cats in the neighbourhood would play with Hugo, and Hugo would bring his toys outside to share with them, or invite them in if the door was left open for him to saunter in and out. I curse the hole in the fence that went unnoticed by my eyes and allowed Hugo to slip out into the street, but his taste for adventure and inquisitive eyes led him where he pleased. He was an absolute darling with the biggest, most innocent eyes you could imagine. I hope that eventually the nightmares of finding his little body curled beside the fence will subside, but until then I ward them off by imagining Hugo where I know he is right now, stretched out in a patch of autumn sunlight batting at butterflies, and I hope that he can feel my love.