It's been 8 months since I've heard the Cosmo drinking his water, of the "clatter" of his nails on the hardword floor, or him scratching his bed to fluff it just right so he could sleep. I miss all of his "cosmo-isms," his smile, his snuggles. I just miss his presence. I still wake up in the middle of the night and reach for him. When I realize he isn't there, I look to where his bed was on the floor. And then I realize, he's not here. Absolutely gut-wrenching.
Cosmo would have been proud of me. I got out to do a few more things this past month. I lived my best life at the Joan Jett, Poison, Motley Crue, and Def Leppard concert. I went to a Cubs game (haven't been to one in 3+ years), spent a few hours at the lake with Rachel, Auntie Linda, Uncle Fernando, and Jen, and back to Florida on business. All of this while managing NOT to get COVID (I'm convinced the mask is the reason for my continued health given this is not over).
I hope Cosmo, Jackson Hareing, FAQ, and Flopsy are having the time of their lives (because that very thought is one of the few things that puts a smile on my face these days).
