Still no sign of Boo. 4 weeks now. At the moment, I don't seem to be doing very will with his absence. I'm thinking about him constantly, from the moment I wake, to the moment I crawl into bed. He made such an impact on me, I hadn't really noticed it, till he'd gone.
I'd never had believed you could grieve and miss a pet so much, but I do, I feel like part of me is missing. God, that makes me sound like some mad old lady, but I'm not. I'm a normal 44yr old who is in utter turmoil.
I confess, I'm not coping with it at the mo. I guess now all the hubbub of Christmas is out of the way, I've nothing to distract me. Hub wants me to consider getting a couple of kittens to take the pain away, but I can't, not yet at any rate.
I've said I'll give it till Feb, if my beautiful boy hasn't returned by then, then we can have another chat about it. But for now, it's out of the question. If Boo does come back (but in my heart and head I just know he wont/can't) the last thing I'd want him to find is a couple of boisterous kittens to contend with, especially if he's in need of TLC.
I have said though, that if we do get some new additions to the family, I want to name one of them after Turbo in some way. We'll see though. There's still time for my boy to come home. Ohh if only...
Thank you all again, so very much. Your thoughts and kindness are such a comfort. .x