It's the middle of the night, and I've been packing, getting ready to move. Naturally I'm looking at things as I pack, and came across some of my favorite photos of Bob...asleep on my bed, head down like a human, with his paws crossed. He looks like a sleeping angel and, of course, now he is one. I miss him so much it physically hurts. I shouldn't look at his photos. I'm fine until I see them.
I just needed to tell someone. Thanks for listening. I know you all will understand, when nobody else will. I still fall apart every time I see Bob's photo.
(and looking at a photo of Tex is still strictly forbidden)