I Am Dreading Tomorrow

Because tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of the passing of this guy. And he was truly remarkable.

Wow. I’d even forgotten how much it hurts just to see these pictures.

And while I enjoy the occasional company of his ghost, it was far more satisfying to feel him – actual him – settle into the crook of my arm as I lay in bed at night.

I’m afraid the occasional flash of his black and white fur in my peripheral vision could never make up for that absence.

Oh Carter, you crazy goose. We miss you.

Even Lila does.