Morning -

Little Mandu is sleeping.  He offers a soft purr.   He wets the rugs.  Last night, we couldn't find him.  He was tucked way under the table.  I realized in the panic, that no matter how much I may say or think I am prepared, there is no way to prepare.  I am watching his transition, the transition of a being who has been with me, perhaps more than any other.  I think of how he followed me around, stood outside the shower door when I took my shower, sat by me at the computer.  This is a huge loss.  Steve and I are both suffering, and yes, he is still here, and sometimes, he even revives a bit, but last night, and this morning, we are having to face the truth of what is happening.  Our little friend is leaving us.  It is very painful to feel.