This morning I found a little tangle of fur clinging to my chair. I lovingly placed it with their urns, my two girlies. Where are they?! Why aren't they hollering at me for their breakfast, to clean out their box, to rub their little heads? It's only been two weeks since Ham died, but it feels like months. Some days I have to consciously remind myself of this reality-they are gone, Ham & Beans. It just doesn't feel right, so I lapse in and out of touch. I still talk to them; I walk around the spot where the food and water dishes used to be. I miss the meows that said, "HEY!! I'm getting tired of waiting!" and "Mommy, I missed you so while you were gone today!" I have to remind myself that there is no need to go home after work; I can do whatever I want, except go home to my kitties. I know someday soon their will be new fur babies in my life to love; I can hardly wait, but my heart isn't quite ready. Until then I will watch for them, and remember the years I was so blessed to have Ham & Beans with me.