Please forgive me, but I’m really not in a mood to post anything silly or funny tonight. It’s going to take a little time for me to deal with Banky’s passing.
It has really helped to receive all these blog hugs, though. I am sincerely thankful for the outpouring of support during my trying time.
I survived the work day. It was rough whenever someone asked me how I was doing, and what had happened to Banky. I don’t think I actually cried in front of anyone, but tears were definitely shed on the sly.
When I returned to The House on the Hill tonight, however, I totally lost it. As soon as I walked through the front door and realized that Banky wouldn’t be there to greet me and drive me crazy with his meowing until I fed him, the waterworks began.
It’s been 16 years since that little black cat wasn’t here to keep an eye on me. The house is far too quiet, and I find myself longing for the sound of his meow. I want to hold him in my arms and look out the front door with him, watching his reaction to the world outside. I wish I could pet him under his chin and make him purr again.
Okay. I’m upsetting myself, so let me cut this short.
Thank you so much, my friends, for being “here” for me during my time of need. I know Banky is in a better place, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less sad. I am grateful that so many of you have reached out to me, and reminded me that I’m not alone.
I promise to bring back the funny soon, but right now, my Deep Thoughts are focused on mourning and remembering Banky, my boon companion. Thank you for your patience during this sad time…