It's a quite morning in our house. Linda didn't have her normal 5:30 a.m. "meow" alarm clock to wake her up, so she had to rely on the iPhone crickets. She didn't get tripped 20 times walking to the kitchen by a very hungry kitty. There wasn't any use for the Furemover on our living room couch. No need to go downstairs and scoop the litter box or clean up after a sick kitty. Chim didn't get pushed off his spot on the sofa by just a glare. And you know what? We are all miserable and miss Chip so much. All those tiny annoyances were nothing compared to knowing she would be waiting for Linda to wake up or come home by greeting her with her head butts and meows. Linda prayed she would be able to sleep last night and not relive the moment 1,000 times. After weeks of insomnia, she slept through the night and had no bad dreams. Linda's prayers were heard. Now if she could only stop tearing up when she thinks about it. (She knows she will.. it just will take a few days). Chim knew she was upset when she got home yesterday and never left her side. He is a world class cuddler, and glued himself to her body for 8 straight hours until it was bedtime. I usually start the night at the foot of the bed then work my way up by morning. Last night I started the night tucked under the covers up against her chest. She held me as she fell asleep.
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| "Penny, you better be ready for some extra hugs and kisses this Thursday." |
This will be the last sad post about Chip we do. I know people don't read my blog to be depressed, but it seemed wrong to just write something frivolous. (Like the mom and daughter who kept feeding a little turtle they found in their garden. When it refused to eat, they put it in a box and took it to the vet. When the vet examined the turtle and turned it upside, he saw the "made in China" mark stamped on the bottom. It was a ceramic turtle. See, you ended up smiling at the end of the post!)
