Tigerboy

So, for the first time in seventeen years, I do not have a cat. My poor old man finally had kidney failure last Saturday and there wasn't anything to be done but let him go.

The weird part is just expecting him to be there and he's not. I don't sit down anywhere without making sure he's not in the way. I step wide over the doorways because that's where he likes to hang out. And I always have the corner of my eye out for when he appears around the end of the couch.

And he's not. It's gonna take some getting used to.