GRIEF

My beloved fur boy is gone. .......................... We searched our whole 11 acres, miles of ditches, and hundreds of feet of hedges, put up signs and visited neighbors.

I don't even have his body-just his absence.

I have no words, a very large ache resides where my heart is now.

.................He would love to curl up on my lap in the evening and interrupt my knitting for some love.

I would always oblige him.

I would gladly put away my knitting forever if I could have him back.