It’s funny how time can get away from you. I thought it had only been a day or two since my last blog, but more than a week has gone by, which is really unlike me, but life without Alex really knocked me back.
I’m still getting used to the fact that he’s not around. In the morning, my instinct is still to check where he’s sleeping and if he wants to be fed. On my way home from work, I still think that after I change out of my work clothes I need to feed Alex, and make sure he gets attentioIt’s funny how time can get away from you. I thought it had only been a day or two since my last blog, but more than a week has gone by, which is really unlike me, but life without Alex really knocked me back.
I’m still getting used to the fact that he’s not around. In the morning, my instinct is still to check where he’s sleeping and if he wants to be fed. On my way home from work, I still think that after I change out of my work clothes I need to feed Alex, and make sure he gets attention.
I’ve dreamt about him twice.
And I see his ghost. I’ll be walking from one room to the next, and I swear I see him running across the floor, or just lying on the couch, or sitting on the windowsill. His presence is still here, still with me. He was so ingrained in the fabric of my life for so long that he’s a permanent part of me.
I still have the muscle memory of picking him up and letting him lean on my shoulder, purring away. I can still feel him on me, the weight of him, the sensation of his fur, the vibrations he gave off when he purred. I can hear his meow, can hear the tiny thuds on the floor as he hopped down from the couch or the bed.
It’s wierd. I really miss him. And I knew I would. I just didn’t realize it would be this much.
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/06/14 07:45
