The first week without BK (except as he protects the house from his vantage point in the backyard), and the hole in my heart is still there. I wake in the morning and reflexively look to the door just to make certain there isn't a little black kitty waiting to be let inside. From time to time in the evenings I find myself looking out the living room door to the deck to ensure "he" isn't roaming there as well.
It is getting better now. I have a spot in the back to go out to and "talk" with BK. I think I will plant some trees there.
"Now take back the soul of ... (BK) ... whom you shared with us.
He brought us joy ... and we loved him well.
He was not ours.
He was not mine."
~ Karen Blixen in Out of Africa
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