Jenny and I have now been separated 6 1/2 weeks.
The cat has been a great comfort to me in that time. A companion through my tears and angst and sorrows — and a bringer of laughter, because he is, at the heart of it, a real ham. As this new life, this separated life takes shape, I am learning so much about myself. In some ways it’s a blessing to get a chance to take stock of every single thing in your life. Friends, family, joys, sorrows, failures, triumphs.
This morning, I did a sketch of him. I will probably frame it and put it on one of these walls. Perhaps I will scan it and put it here.
I will miss him, but I know he is going to a home that will love him.
I do not know what will happen with Jenny and me. Neither does Jennifer. We talked a bit and I know we have so much work to do.
In the meantime, I must live my life. I must experience this journey, no matter where it takes me.