Nighttime is hit or miss
It's easy to forget that Dude's gone when it's nighttime. Usually he's off sleeping somewhere. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks: he's not here anymore. He's in the little suede box that we got from the crematorium. My big ball of fluff was shrunk down into that little tiny box. That little critter that filled such a big spot in my heart is not here for me. I want him back so bad. Just one more snuggly night. Good God I hope nobody else is reading this. I sound ridiculous.