This morning I woke the same way I have for the past few days: clutching one of Rumpy’s old stuffed toys.
October is Rumpy’s Gotcha month.
He’s been gone for 6 months, but the hurt is as acute as the day he died.
In some ways things have improved. Now that I no longer care for a “dangerous breed” of dog, my choices for spaces to live in have greatly improved. We recently moved into a townhouse apartment that rents for less than half of what I had been paying. It’s much nicer digs.
October has traditionally been a month of celebration and joy. There were treats and gifts and lots of fun.
Now it’s gloomy and sad.
I always have a kitty close by when I’m home. They cuddle close. They demand petting, and brushing, and sweet words of affection. It helps get me through the down times. I think we comfort each other.
It’s going to be a long month. Hope that stuffie is up to it.