It has been a month since I lost Duncan. It hurts no less. I still look for him when I come home. I still have the urge to go check his bed and see if he is there. I still find myself getting his bowl when it is time to feed them. I still roll over and pat Jock and look for Duncan at night. Honey won't sleep on my bed. She hates heights and I have an old fashioned bed. Jock always waits for me to put him on the bed and when he wakes up, he starts nudging me with his head to get up and put him down. It takes me a long, long time to recover when I lose a fur baby. I still miss Abby and she has been gone 5 years. I miss Max and he has been gone 10 years. Without them, life would not be very much fun. Without them, I don't think I could have survived all that has happened in my life. Rest in Peace, Duncan. I am a believer. They will all be waiting for me.
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