still a sad house

Buster is perturbed. He comes in from outside and instead of sitting on the mat waiting to sniff him for all of his new outdoor smells, Margot is not here. He looks for her at the top of the stairs and she’s not there. She doesn’t come at the rattle of the treat bag, or the sound of the cat food in the bowl.

Where is she?

Well, Buster, it doesn’t get better when you know where she is.

He licked a tear off my eyelashes yesterday.

Paul came by and watched a Star Wars movie with us yesterday.

I remember how hard I resisted crying last week when I was feeling ‘sad in advance’.