It's been a month since saying bye to Keanu, and not a day passes that I don't think about his little self. When I sit down to eat, he's not there to sidle up next to me and do a little begging. When I'm folding my laundry, he's not sitting in his favourite part of the couch acting perturbed by my constant movement. When I'm making the bed, he's not chasing the corners and jumping around on the mattress while I pull the sheets tight. All these things, and many more make me miss him. Jesse also misses him, and sometimes we talk about him and smile. I'm glad I have him to lean on. I know Keanu's in a good place now, but I still wish that good place included my lap! :)
