I have been looking for you.
It has been eight long weeks now, at least that is what the humans will say.
Many dark nights, the rooms only illuminated by the moon or a light left on
looking. Up and down, all over the house and garage, in all your favorite places,
Almost every morning, I cry, trying to tell the humans I cannot find you.
They tell me its okay. They try to comfort me. I let them for a little while.
They tell me that they are sorry you are gone. Gone? What does that mean? Where?
You know I hurt myself jumping up onto that high ledge in the room where we used
to sleep together on that shelf with the blanket.
I cannot jump now. My back leg is lame. It happened when I was looking for you.
I am lonely. I cry a lot.
Where have you gone, my brother?
Eating is not the same.
I always waited to eat until you were finished, staying behind you at the food bowl.
You never come to eat, so I don’t eat much now.
I know the humans are worried. My world is different now. You are gone.
So many moons and bright sun lit days have come and gone since you were here.
It makes me sad that I cannot find you. What happened? Where have you gone?
Will I see you again? I miss you.
Your Brother, Lewis