I had a crummy but deep sleep last night. I woke up later than usual, 7 AM. There was nothing to wake up for. No bowls to be cleaned, food to be prepared and long walks. When I go downstairs, the terrace room will be empty. I won't see those puppy dog eyes peer at me, or those yelps asking to be walked or played with. This feels so different and we've only had a day removed from each other.
Later we'll be hearing from BSF of how Cisca is doing now. I really hope she comes back. The house is lonelier and lifeless without her. My life is meaningless too. I need to love and take care of someone like her. You can't find that in humans. To feel the touch for her tongue and the sensation of her play bites. It's all that I want back.
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