tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26049584.post6097121021513226038..comments2009-02-24T16:07:43.162-05:00Charles Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606895130887441753noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26049584.post-90442197430517086982009-02-24T16:07:00.000-05:002009-02-24T16:07:00.000-05:00My heart goes out to Myron. I know what he's going through. In October our tuxedo cat, Shadow, passed away. We'd had him for 15 years...since before we got married, through thick and thin, moving from house to house and to another state. He was our official "guest greeter" and "sick person comforter". Slept on my tummy during both pregnancies, and under the crib with both babies (we wouldn't let him sleep in the crib). He gardened with us, went on walks, and even went trick-or-treating with us.<BR/><BR/>It took me several months to stop crying every time I pulled into the driveway and realized, afresh, that he wasn't going to come running out to greet me.<BR/><BR/>A lot of people swear they'll never have another pet once one dies. You cannot replace that special being - I agree. But I did finally realize that Shadow had done an important job in our household, and we still needed someone in that role. So, while we'll never replace our little Guardian Angel cat, we did "hire" a new "greeter/walker" recently - a dog. She does not replace Shadow, but she does her job very well. She gives me someone to greet and snuggle and walk, and the kids someone to play with, and it has gone a long way to easing that pain. I now recommend to people that they at least consider if filling that hole might, in some way, help with the grief.Maria Helmhttp://www.mariahelm.comnoreply@blogger.com