A week after losing Angus, I realized today that while I miss him terribly, he is the only pet I have ever lost that I felt lived his whole life. At human age of 97 he used up everything. Nothing left to waste. When he moved on, his carbon footprint was very minimal. I don't ever remember feeling this before - and I have to say it helps ease some of the pain.
I still cry but the joys of having spent years with him and his quirks are more than a trade off.
The tree will go up this weekend. a little later than usual - I have had a bit of a time getting in the "mood". The ones at the loft look nice but here - I don't know it is just so quiet and somber still. Maybe the gaudy colors will lighten the mood.
Studio cat, at the loft, is getting more friendly each day. Not what one would call feral. More like outdoor and getting spoiled.
Hope all your days are filled with friends, 2 and 4 legged for the holidays!