Brownie, Brownie

In the days following the tragedy Brownie seems to have been exhibiting more and more of Hairy's mannerisms.

Mom is here visiting and she and Brownie are quickly becoming bosom buddies, much as me and Hairy were. I'm not sure how Brown will take mom's departure but she certainly has helped her get through the grief. Myself I am still missing my dear friend sorely.

I'm not sure if I mentioned it before but Brownie turns out to be what's called a calico. And here I always thought she was a he. There are almost no male calicos I am told.

One endearing yet annoying manor Brown has acquired is wanting to camp out in front of my monitor as I try to work on my computer. I have gotten her to lay down when she takes up this position but it seems like every time she moves 1 inch she wants to sit up and take a kitty bath, much as Hairy would do.

I guess the loss of Hairy hurts so much because it was entirely unexpected. Even most adults I have known who have passed on have been no real surprise. And perhaps it's the helplessness of being invaded with little recourse that irks me. Perhaps more on that later.

So for now we are going on day by day. Not much alternative to that. I'm sure one day it won't hurt so much but for now any day I get through without sobbing is a good day.