This post is about space. The space a companion animal can take up in your life. A space that is empty when that animal is gone. A space that will forever be in your heart for that animal no matter how many others pass through your life.
We lost the Smiling Cat this weekend. And for a little animal, she certainly took up a lot of physical space. There were the official beds, the unofficial beds, the perches, the laps, the tower, the food station, the litter box...lots of physical reminders and empty spaces where she once was. There's an interaction space that is missing too: hellos, goodbyes, visits, chats, feeding, cleaning...all ways we interacted with her and expectations we had to see her during the day. We can move the physical reminders and adjust the furniture. We can train ourselves to stop expecting the interactions. But the space in our hearts is harder to accommodate.