
On the evening of her passing, he sat in front of the fireplace exactly where we said goodbye to Rosie. He just sat there. Alone. He stayed there for a good ten minutes by himself. I swear he felt her. For several days after, he would go to "her spot" every morning and evening looking for her. He sniffed around and seemed a bit confused that neither she nor her stuff was there.
Sammy-Boo is getting lots of extra love and attention from the family because we're all feeling the loss, too. I guess we all need a little snuggling...and perhaps a bigger bed.
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