Such a sweet little boy!

Yesterday was particularly difficult.  Not sure if it was because its the first 9/11 that I wasn't working or because it fell on a Tuesday and was just like that horrible day -- just gorgeous.  Beautiful blue sky, lovely breeze, warm temps.  Or maybe it was just a combination of all those things.  For the first time in several years, I felt compelled to watch the reading of the names of those lost on 9/11, waiting to hear my friend Rosemary Smith's name.  Everything seemed surreal again, as if it was only days, not years, since the Towers came down.

Whatever the reason or reasons, Duncan seemed to sense his mama wasn't her usual self and he attached himself to me like a furry little shadow.  Even to the point where he "accompanied" me in my shower!  He jumped up on to the top of the sliding glass doors and stayed there the whole time, watching my every move!  I went to my folks' house for a bit but when I came home, he was right there again.  He had to be wherever I was.  If I got up and went to another room, he came with me.  When I was sitting on the couch, on the computer or just watching tv, he was right next to me.  Of course, by the end of the day, he seemed to have had enough!  Just before bedtime, I went to pet him and he nipped me!  LOL!  Guess everything was back to normal by then!  But he certainly does seem to love me and I know for sure that I absolutely adore him!  He made a very sad day seem a little less sad.