This is the second weekend since Versace has crossed over.

We recently discovered how quiet the house is without him, and how bare the entire place seems to be.  Not that we are not used to having much noise around us, as we live in a very quiet neighborhood, facing the bush and away from traffic.  The problem is the nature of the silence surrounding us at the moment: that of pure void, and lack of presence.

Since he literally occupied the entire house, scattering his fluffs, beds and pajamas and toys all over the place, all the rooms not only seem spacious but also feel lifeless.  No barking, no grizzling, no requests for cuddles and tickles, no demands for walkies, no crazy cat chasing and skewering, no squeaky attacks… In a nutshell, the house is quite eventless and boring without him.

This house has never been without him since we moved in over a year ago, so the present atmosphere in the house is nothing but a deviation from normality as we know it.  The fact that we no longer need to be careful not to step on him or his stuff on the floor is a constant reminder of his absence.  As we are creatures of habit, it may take some time to get used to living without our big boy.

The cats started sleeping near his dog bowl, which is something they have never done.  They are also showing signs of strong attachment to the flowers sent from the vet.  Do they understand the significance of those flowers?

In any case, he is sorely missed by all members of the family.

Mr. T