Boo Bear is still lost. He walks all through the house, looking in rooms; I know that he's looking for Pidge. He actually has a lost expression on his face. When I come home, I usually find him sitting alone in the middle of the room, just staring. If you can find a moment for a prayer for my senior blackie Boo Bear, I'd be so appreciative. He's 18 now and I sure don't want to lose him to a broken heart. Coco Puff still walks around meowing but he isn't taking it as hard as he did. After all, Boo Bear and Pidge were sweethearts for a long time.