I see him. Out of the corners of my eyes. I see him in the dark, waiting at the door for me in the morning.
I remember the smell of his soft fur and the feel of his muscles underneath.
I sense him sleeping at the foot of the bed or in my favorite chair
After joining us as a stray over 12 years ago, Cookie left about two months ago. No sightings of him since. I honestly didn't expect any. He was too smart to be seen if he didn't want to be. He left on his own terms.
We have talked of getting another cat. Someday. But Cookie spoiled us for just any old cat. No, he will be a tough act to follow, and nobody is in a rush to get another.
Yesterday was a cold, blustery day. I was inside more than usual and hearing him/seeing him everywhere. I decided to draw him. Afterwards, I felt very peaceful.
He left over two months ago. But he hasn't.
I sometimes need to remind myself that he's gone.
But he's not.