Sharav has been gone for a few days, and as I move about the apartment, I keep hearing these little noises that I previously would have assumed were Sharav puttering about.
Every time I walk by his spot to go downstairs, I keep looking over to see what he’s up to, or to tell him good night, and in the mornings, I keep expecting to see him up and alert, waiting for me to wake up so I can take him out.
Smiling on a walk. Seattle, May 2017. Click any photo to see more.