He's taking our loss pretty hard. Derville and Clancy were two poohs in a pod for sure.
Derville had never been completely alone while we were gone. He always had the Pooh to remind him of our everlasting promise -- we always come back. Sometimes we have to leave but we ALWAYS come back. He's starting to get it.
Derville's always been a needy little guy, but now without his big fur-brother around, he's beside himself. It's like he's lost in his own house. I feel the same way. But we are just trying to help each other through this sad time with laughter and extra attention for all.
Derville is such a caring little guy. Full of surprises and interests...
(Derville: We can play chess, talk literature, or make some music if that would help you feel better.)
(Derville: Hey check it out! *singing* Fat Cat in a Tiny Box. What!?! This box is too small for me? NEVER!)
He's getting better at snuggin' especially in the morning, but sometimes it still feels like cuddling up to a piranha! Muncha Muncha. But that's why we call him Munchster, and we couldn't love him more.
Thanks for all the smiles, Derville!