So far, the hardest times have been when I forget that he's not there anymore. I'm cooking, or reading, or watching tv, and I expect him to poke his head around a corner, or meow at me for treats, or settle down on my lap. That's when it's hardest.

I cried yesterday. I will probably cry again today. I will always miss him, my little cat who was the first non-human animal that I recognized as having a real personality and a will of his own.

The house seemed so empty yesterday when I was making dinner.