I couldn’t to sleep last night because every sound I heard triggered the irrational thought he was going to jump into bed with me.

Despite this, I woke up at 5:30 — when he’d usually pop in to remind me he hadn’t been fed yet, even though we all know I don’t get up till 8. I got up anyway.

It’s uncomfortably quiet in the flat today. I didn’t realize how soothing his water fountain in the kitchen was.

I know grief is but a reflection of how much love one can have.

Oh Banger, what a fucking treasure you were. Thank you for choosing us to be your humans.