May 26, 2008
A broken heart
I miss him running behind me into the bathroom in the morning and wanting me to cradle him in my arms. I miss him swatting at my legs because I walked by him and didn't bend over to pay attention to him as I was walking by. I miss him running to the kitchen as soon as he heard the can opener and trying to reach the counter as I was squeezing the tuna water out of the can. I miss him running up my bed, across my pillow, putting his face down near mine when I wouldn't move, then plopping his little furry body right in my face - and grunting as he got comfortable. There will never be another Peabody. He was super special for the short little time he was in my life.