My floors are now noticabley messier after dinner. He did a great job keeping them nice and food-free. There are fewer fuzz balls floating around the corners.
Today I finally packed up his stuff (most) and took it to the attic. Hard, but a bit of a relief also. He has moved on; I suppose I can too. Still miss him immensely.
Zoe still talks about him alot. Not in a sad way, but just matter of fact. It’s nice to be around someone who doesn’t feel like she shouldn’t mention the deceased.
The backyard is full of squirrels.