Gator died one year ago tonight, at 2111 hours. This past year has been one of changes-I've moved house, although not far as I can see Gator's grave from my driveway.
Two cats have moved into the house. (What would Gator think of that?!)
He was a constant, daily presence for nearly thirteen years. Not one day has gone by since he died that I've not thought about him, missed him, hated the way his last years were.
He hung on to see Fox.
Fox never came.