quiet

It is so quiet here. Tuna was hardly a noisy cat, but he generated a lot of activity. Patsy was always engaging him, wrestling, licking (and he licking her), cuddling. Tuna liked to have fresh water throughout the day, and he needed assistance navigating from the floor to the table to the bed and to the sofa. Now Patsy is subdued, and she seeks my attention much more than before. Mabel is clearly missing Tuna. She still looks around when she comes in from her walk as if she expects to find him. And I am just plain sad. The heat does not help. I can't really go out for diversion. Even a short walk makes me miserable. I find myself avoiding people too. I don't really feel like talking.