It’s been 6 weeks, 42 days about 1004 hours. I just ran up the stairs to get my laptop charger and on some level I was expecting to hear Trigger jump off the couch in the sitting room and chase after me. I miss the company, I hate the silence. I worry about Sparks (pet cat, 20 years old, oldest friend) she has been progressively losing weight, her alzheimer’s (That’s what we think it is anyway) is getting worse. It’s going to be so quiet here when she dies. It’d be easier if it weren’t so silent.