We're getting by one hour at a time. The evening and morning routines are hardest now that Sable is gone. It's amazing how big a a hole such a little fluffy creature can leave, whether it's the now-empty cushion on the bed or the fact that I'll never get to hold her and say goodnight to her ever again.
The evening routine last night was terrible, because every night for the past six years we did the same thing, and now suddenly it's different. And then Butternut came walking in the bedroom and was looking up at the bed, wondering where Sabey was.
Sabey and Butternut had a weird relationship. The B was a bit of a bully, and would chase her sometimes. When I first moved in it took Sable a while to build up her courage, but eventually she would stand her ground and fight back -- or get filled with piss and vinegar and randomly punch the shit out of The B, LOL.
Sable would come out of the bedroom and cautiously look around to make sure The B wasn't hiding around a corner, ready to chase her. But then other times it was like Sable wouldn't care even if she was inches from The B. If The B was sitting with me on my lap, Sable would jump up and sit on my chest so she could have pets too. They would always get snackums together too. I would rattle the bag of treats and they would both sit there, as if they had a truce when it came to snackums!
So seeing The B wander around the bedroom (where she wasn't allowed, because it was Sabey's sanctuary) last night and this morning looking for her was painful.
Ugh. One day at a time, as they say.
For whatever reason LJ isn't picking up Twitter again. Stupid LJ.