The world around me
now that he is gone
The house quiet
The ambient sounds few
and the ones I do hear
sometimes they sound like him …
digging through the litter
padded paws on the hard wood floor
a ghost kitten scurrying through my peripheral vision
One of my friends likened it to losing a limb and there is a certain familiarity to that metaphor
It's a hard thing getting used to comforting myself
it was he who helped me through the gray areas
When I'd been in need he was that creature.
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