I was kicking my flip flops off going to bed, and I saw Tunch out of the corner of my eye standing in the doorway like he did every night until I got into bed and got the girls positioned before he would go through his night time ritual of walking up and down the left side of my bed before curling up next to my head. Seriously folks, the high churches could take lessons on ritual from Tunch. There was no latin involved, but damned it would take ten minutes some nights with him walking up and down the side of the bed, head butting me until I put my hand up for him to rub himself on. There were nights when I was exhausted and halfway through I would push him off the bed, and he would just jump back up and start over because he was TUNCH GOD DAMNIT and he would not be denied. And then, after he had purred me to sleep, he would inevitably wake me up as he thudded off the damned bed to go do his night stuff.
But tonight, unlike the past few nights, when I saw him in the corner of my eye when I know he is gone, instead of crying, it made me happy, and I chuckled and thought “What’s up, fat boy?” He’ll always be mine and he’ll be with me forever where it matters, and I am ok with that.