Well... it's been a week since Stunt passed. He's still about 80% of what's on my mind at any given time. I've made some progress... I don't burst into tears at the pet food aisle in the supermarket now, but that's not to say I don't have a few tears flowing from time to time when I spontaneously start thinking about him.

Friends and family have been mostly very good about this. My sister has been especially sympathetic about his death. She thinks it's her fault because she's the one that asked me if I wanted to move into this house. I've told her that it wasn't her fault. Nobody made Stunt go into the road... at least I hope not. I would hate to think that he was being chased, but I doubt it. I caught Stunt exploring on the road several times, even though he had a huge fenced-in backyard to play in. Still... all water under the bridge now anyway.

Still haven't heard from the vet about Stunt's ashes. They said about 10 days... today is day 8. I don't know why I'm so anxious for them to be returned to me... just to know they are safe I guess; just to have a "part" of him back with me. I'll put them on the fireplace mantle right next to Squeaky's ashes. I still have to purchase urns for both of them. Something nice with a place for a picture I think.

Alley Cats Org. sent me an email yesterday, and don't you know the picture of the cat they had on the front was identical to Stunt, except for a little "moustache" mark. The rest of the markings were identical. I called my roommate over to look and he also did a doubletake when he saw the picture.

White Ear, a black and white shorthair, who was Stunt's play buddy after Squeaky died, freaked me out a couple of days ago. I was watching him play, and he suddently laid down on the deck, his facial features and mannerisms changed, and I swear he suddenly became Stunt. He looked at me as if to say, "Yeah, It's me." This happened for about 20 seconds, and then he became White Ear again. I thought I was going nuts so I asked my roommate if he thought maybe cats had the ability to channel the souls of their passed-over friends sometimes so that they can communicate with us. He said he thought that was very possible. Who knows... maybe it was Stunt telling me that he had passed over safely and was alright. I find myself staring at White Ear now... waiting for it to happen again. The other night we let him in the house, and he went to the chair that Stunt used to play under, and he started playing under the chair, doing the exact same things that Stunt used to do, and making the same noises.

Two of my 360 friends have been especially supportive, and I want to thank them. They are Geoff and Jeff. They have left very kind comments to me during this, and also when Squeaky passed away as well. I just want them to know that are appreciated, and I feel very fortunate to have such thoughtful online friends. Guys, you're the greatest.

And the days continue.....