Monday, January 28, 2008
Rest in Peace, Cheeto
No sign of the great orange one. I'm beginning to resign myself to life without Cheeto. That makes me so sad, I'm crying. He is my love bug. I miss him on my lap. I miss him on the bed. I just miss him. Gizmo and Frankie seem to be sticking very close to me now. As I type this, they are lying next to each other next to me on the couch. Frankie was always Cheeto's snuggle buddy, and now she is trying to snuggle Gizmo. He's not having much to do with that, but he is being tolerant. How do animals know? How do they know things are final? How do they know to just move on, that it's ok? Do they suffer loss of their housemates? I just hope no matter what has happened to Cheeto, that he did not suffer or have pain. Unlike my broken, painful heart right now. Rest in peace, Cheeto. I will always love you.