Petey and I both miss Mica and know it will be a long time before we stop looking for him in a nest of cushions, tapping my hand to share whatever I'm eating, or sitting by the sink, waiting for me to turn on the tap. (My friend Karen sent a card where she referenced "brushing my teeth with Mica, every time I come to visit.")
But this week is easier. Gentler. More peaceful, knowing the decision to let Mica go, no matter how difficult, was absolutely the right one. Across the miles, Petey and I leaned on your shoulders, felt your hugs.
I hope to get around to visiting all your blogs in the weeks to come. There were so many kind wishes from new friends as well as old.
We'll never forget your generousity of spirit.