Gus is not our mail man (who is actually a lady), nor is he the guy who fixes our car (who, sadly, is being put to the test right now to fix our poor, broken-down PT), or a member of our lawn care team (referred to lovingly by us (as they do all the things we don’t really want to do) as our “yard gnomes”).
No…Gus is of the furrier persuasion. A guy who lived with us and let us love him for the past 14 years through thick and thin. A guy who we refer to only half jokingly as the-son-we-never-had. A guy who’s been missing now for going on a month. This is absolutely, unequivocally unlike him. He just doesn’t stray far from home…ever. Or miss a meal…ever. We’ve been slowly adjusting to the fact that he’s not around. We’ve been going through our quiet mourning, as he has left a big giant hole in his absence…one that seems just too large compared to his size.
We’re still searching…and probably will always be looking out of the corners of our eyes for site of him. We’re just bracing ourselves for the fact that he might not ever come home again…or maybe he IS home and we just can’t join him there. Wherever he is, I wish him warm and snuggy corners to sleep in, petting hands when he so desires them, and all the ham he could wish for.
We love you, Gus!