Mouthing

It's been about a week since we took Ghost to the vet and put him down. 

I don't think that we did him so wrong anymore, he felt good because of the painkiller they gave first, but my word I miss him. Every now and again, it'll feel like he's rubbed me and every now and again I'll 'see' him doing something. For only a brief moment.

It's not possible, of course. They cremated him for us and scattered his ashes in a field they own. 

So happy that my brain hasn't forgotten his memory. But, I'd be lying if I said I wanted his memory.

I still want him.