sadness

...Dear Arrow...

I miss you.  And I'm sad.

Sometimes my little heart feels as gray as my fluffy, dusty gray coat.

Like now.

It's lonely without you. 

I don't necessarily miss you chomping on my head...

{{ha ha!}}

Siiiiiiiiiigh.  Even that memory makes me smile: the memory of you chomping on my head.

I miss you, Arrow.  

I guess I'm glad I have Ginnia here.  She's snuggly sometimes, and she takes care of me.  

But you're special, I have to admit. 

And you're gone.

"Arrow? Is that you??"

Arrow?  ARROW?
Oh, I read you all right.
You just stay right up there - or over there - or wherever you are that isn't right here.
I got quite sick of your chasing.
And the occasional chewing (you have some nerve)
and all your other ridiculous and c o m p l e t e l y unrefined (!!) tactics.


I guess I do miss you a little.
It was fun to - heh - bat your nose with my paw.  I must admit I derived some base feeling of satisfaction from the hollow noise it made (pat pat BAT!).


sIGH.


Well good friends are always together in spirit.


...

let's just keep it that way.

Where is she?

 

Where is my friend?  She looks like this picture.

Has anyone seen her?

I - sniff - I cry a little when I see this picture.

Look how soft and fuzzy and squishable she is.

Do you think she ran away because I tried to eat her a few times?

She never minded before.

And hey - where is her girl?  Where's Ginnia?

It just seems like since Mom and I packed up and moved to Wisconsin from Iowa (I had to pack all my rubber balls and that Singamajig they never let me eat)

since we packed up and moved, we are missing...something.

What is it again?

Ooooh yeah.  Essie.  And Gin!nia.

Hey Essie, it's me!  RARRFF!  Can you hear me?!

Eears to Essie...

are you reading me?