On Thursday, February 5th, we buried Marvin right here in one of his favorite garden spots. I can hardly begin to tell you how sad I am about that.
I’m telling myself all the usual things, like “he had a good life; he was well loved; we had many sweet years together.” But I miss him. I miss him, soft and purring, curled in the crook of my arm when I go to sleep at night. If Marvin had to choose between his next meal and his next hug, he’d take the hug. He loved to be hugged. Poor Marvin. I loved him and I miss him terribly.