Myself Again, Within Certain Limits

So. My heart is in sinus rhythm. The cold or whatever it was is mostly gone. And while I am still sad about Buddha, I am not so devastated that all I can do is sit on the couch and stare into space.

In some ways, I'm in a peculiarly peaceful frame of mind. As Buddha's health has been declining, a recurring thought of "Please let him be okay, please let him be okay!" has been my constant companion. And, well... now the worst has happened. I may be in grief, but that anxiety is off my mind, now.

Everything else going on in my life, I can handle easy by comparison. So as bad as losing Buddha is, it's at least led me here.

Thanks again, to everyone who sent their messages of love and comfort. I love how so many of you felt like Buddha was a part of your lives as well, even those of you who never met him. He was just that kind of a cat. Buddha was made of love. And fluff.

-The Gneech

Happy Birthday Smrgol!

I don't get to see or talk to you near enough any more, dude. Hope you're having a great day!

-The Gneech