Today marks the two month anniversary of when sweet Roscoe went to the bridge. The human and I weren't going to mention it, but then it didn't feel right to let the day pass without saying a word. This is the longest any of us have been away from Roscoe. Though it has only been two months, it feels like years to us.
I am doing better these days. My family and friends help to keep me busy. I don't look for Roscoe as often as I used to. However I do find myself calling out to him in the night from time to time.
We can see his little grave from our bedroom window. Each night the human opens the window and talks to him before going to bed. Normally we can not see the moon from our window, but a few days a month it hangs just above the horizon; a half moon smiling down into our bedroom window from the sky. It is the same half moon we saw the night Roscoe fell terribly ill. It comforts us all now when we see each it month. It is a constant reminder of Roscoe and, funny as it may seem, when we see that half moon it makes us feel as though Roscoe is smiling down upon us.
We hope to keep Roscoe alive by remembering him from time to time on our blog. He visits us every once in a while, if only in our dreams. He visited our human several times this weekend when he snuck into her dreams. It made her happy and sad at the same time.
We will see him one day. It is the time in between that will be difficult...
On a lighter note, I had a fun and interesting weekend with Miss Lacie. Do tune in tomorrow for all of the details! But keep your minds out of the gutter friends, I am a gentle man after all!