That's what it is now.
Life has been a bit off kilter the past couple of weeks here at the cottage on Norman Drive. I keep finding myself looking for Mr. Bear, and then, I remember he is gone and I feel that tug at my heart all over again. Moose stays right by my side, each and every minute that I am home. He is puzzled. And kind of lost. I am too.
I bought Moose a chew bone last week and when I gave it to him, he just carried it around. For three days. Before, when I brought home rawhide chew bones, Moose would chew his up in about an hour, and then steal Bear's from him, and chew it, while Bear would look on.
You see, Bear didn't really care to chew the rawhide, he just liked knowing it was there for him. I would tell him to protect it, to get it back, but he would just smile that wise old smile of his, and kindheartedly let Moose take it from him.
Finally, last night, while I was doing computer work, I heard that old annoying familiar sound. Mr. Moose was laying at my feet, chewing and gnawing his rawhide bone. It might sound odd, but it was a comforting sound.
I guess we are both adjusting, slowly, very slowly, to our life these days, as a pair, instead of a trio.
