Missing and remembering

A few weeks ago I was out at the back of the riding arena where I last saw Bishop. That was 5 months ago now.

I was reading one of my horsy magazines and there was an ad for the brand of medication that Bishop took for a number of years. I shut the magazine and I did not want to think about that part of my life with Bishop - him not being well.

I met my neighbour as she was putting out the garbage. She was going to be away for a week or so and friends were going to come in and look after the cats. I asked how the cats were doing. She said that Spooky had really missed her dad - that was his cat.

I am missing seeing the lights on early in the morning - Moe was up earlier than I was. Life has changed next door.

I remember Bishop and Moe and I miss them both. One remembering leads to another and that is very much alright.

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A bit later I met up with neighbour again. She has a new puppy to add to the family menagerie. She really does like animals and she did work in a veterinary clinic before she became a nurse.