Here he is up in my studio last summer, "helping" me sew as I worked on my Navy quilt. He always loved to be close, not up in your lap, but somewhere close.
This picture of him as "guard cat" that I took last fall as I was leaving for work one morning will always make me smile. There is still a chance that he'll come home, but I'm afraid something has happened to him. With each passing day, our hope fades. Tomorrow will be one week. Our house is quiet and it doesn't seem real that he's not here. I know in the whole scheme of things, this isn't a tragedy. But he still leaves a big hole in our lives.
Thanks for sharing my sadness,