More on Horsie

I somehow knew he would be leaving soon...think he knew too. He was never much for cuddling, he tolerated me, picking him up, but he wanted to be put down pretty quickly...but one day, a couple of weeks before he died, he was real clingy, and when I picked him up, he relaxed in my arms and just stayed there for a couple of minutes..that was a parting gift from my green-eyed boy. About the same time, he was stretched out on the living room floor, just gazing, at Phil...Phil commented on it..and said, "What a funny look on his face.." I asked what was strange about it, and he couldn't really define it.
I found a tuft of his hair, the other day..a mat, that he had managed to chew out of his coat...Corky, being a kitten, wanted to know what I had in my hand, when I showed it to him, he sniffed it, long and gave me a very solemn look...I told him, "Yes, that was Horsie" I tell Corky about Horsie, all the time.

I have so many pictures of him. He has his own directory and there are also pictures mixed in, with the ones of my roses..I am not at the point, where I can look at them, without crying..I want to put them all in one directory so they won't blindside me. But I am not sure how to move them...I will ask Phil, he will know.
The birds are getting impudent, not having a cat to worry about. I watched the birds this morning, at a pan of water I had put on the ground....there was a couple of Mockingbirds that were tending to a feathered young one, who was perched on the edge of the pan..they would have never been sitting on the ground when he was around.