Tux
I went away for 3 days and my cat was distraught. The third day I was away he only touched a bite of his food. He had a companion in the house all but the third day too. I’m back now, it’s the next morning, he has been shadowing me all morning. He’s sitting on my desk right now as I write this, head on the book I was reading so I can no longer turn the page — I’m sure he does this because he knows that prevents me from ignoring him. He has learned my ways thoroughly.
He’s not going to be happy in June when I go away for three months. I’m going to feel almost as bad as he will. I regret that. Someday I will come home and he won’t be there any longer. He’s been my companion for well over six years, I’ve stopped counting. I adopted him after my second divorce. (He and I both have sordid backgrounds.) He has stood faithfully by me, never holding back his affection. Cats are marvelous creatures. I have tried to be there for him as completely as he has been there for me. It makes me sad to think that when I go away in June, he won’t understand what is going on.
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