It's raining today.  I love the rain. 

But now, I hate the rain.  I'm sure there are plenty of places for him to stay warm.  But it's not the kind of warm as when he's home.  I never imagined him, especially, being out in these elements.  I never imagined this limbo without him.  I wonder what he's doing, how he's feeling, how he's eating...

I worry he's not anywhere near here.  That I'm searching the wrong places.  That the emptiness is here to stay.

Orange fur surrounds me.  But not in my home.