It was so strange to wake up this morning without Linda there to boss me around:
Let the dog out.
Wake up Mike.
Feed the dog.
Give me my medicine.
I’ve never known a cat who could communicate the phrase:
It’s time to feed the dog, but he’s not here. Maybe you left him outside?
Unfortunately, she could never understand that we had taken Sid to the kennel.
What am I going to do without my autistic cat?