He is everywhere around us, here and there in the house, tracking us, asking us, companioning us. But when we look there is just a vacuum, a vacancy. All his beds, his blankets, his dishes and cushions have been taken away. We just couldn't bear to look at them without him.
His tag has been placed alongside Button's on a silver chain, and tucked into a jewellery box.
A photograph of him as a puppy, free in the woods we loved to ramble in with him now takes its place beside one of Button on the fireplace mantle.
A few days ago, just a few days ago, he was with us, our little companion.
How could something so catastrophic happen so swiftly? Would we ever have been prepared?
We comfort one another and try to be careful not to upset one another, but it's useless. The disquiet and deep anguish is just too raw.
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