Missing Pieces

This weekend was hard for me. I usually wake up hours before C does (because I go to bed hours before he does) and get up and head out to the living room so as not to disturb him. I watch TV or play video games.

In the past, I would leave Junebug curled up next to her daddy and Smokey would get up with me. He’d curl up on the end of the couch so that I could reach over from the recliner to pet him. Weekend mornings were just him and me.

Two weekends ago, I was still so sad about everything, I didn’t notice the specifics. The weekend after that we were busy busy so it didn’t come up. But this past Saturday, I woke up, and I went to get up and go out to the living room, and there wasn’t a Smokey to go with me. I cried.