It's so difficult when a cat dies. He leaves a hole in your heart and home and in the pride of cats left behind. The others expect Charlie to return, with his swagger and bullying, and knock them off their sleeping perches or chase them a bit (just to let them know he's top cat, you know). Last night the others tentatively and tensely slept with us and awaited Charlie's blows as he settled on his bed. But it is quiet and peaceful. There are no mice left around the cars, no growls or scuttling about. They will all adjust and I will learn not to listen for him and not to look for him.
My friends at Facebook, Catster, the Purrs and Purrayers Blog, and at Cat Blogosphere have sent us all sweet and comforting words.
KC, the entrepid repurrter of Cat Blogosphere and of Missy, KC, Bear Blog, made a touching memorial for Charlie that I have posted here.
My children have called and and we have consoled each other. Xavier has been very solicitous and kind. And most of all, the love, respect and care of John has made this time easier to deal with.
Charlie already has had a kitten named after him — Celeste in Georgia of My Day and Thoughts, has named a new little one after Charlie. I hesitate to tell Celeste that my kids called our Charlie "Charlie Manson" because of his personality! Maybe this newest Charlie will redeem the name.
From the bottom of my heart I thank you all.