It has been almost two months since we returned from our anniversary trip in Canada to discover that Gui, our precious fluff-ball of a cat, had passed away. We had found out 5 or 6 weeks before that that he had cancer and there was nothing we could really do, but we were fairly confident that he would be around for a couple more months at least. Unfortunately, that was not to be.
I miss his sweet purring. I miss scratching under his chin. I miss our cuddles in bed, the only place in the house that was all his and he didn't have to fight with the dogs for my attention. I just plain miss him. Everyday.