Last night I dreamed that Rerun drank water from the pet bowl in the bathroom, then padded his way down the hallway, walked around the bed, and then jumped up into his usual spot near my feet. It seemed perfectly normal at the time. It even sounded like him drinking, because he always had this unique rhythm to how he drank.
Then I woke up, and I realized that he wasn’t actually there, and he couldn’t have been there, because he’s been gone a while. And then I couldn’t go back to sleep.
I keep waiting for this to get better.
-Geoff
The Books are Taking Over... 
It does get better – in the sense, not that the mourning stops, but that the edge of it becomes blunter. In my experience, there’ s no set timeline to that process, but it does happen. Hang in there.
Thank you for thinking of us, and for thinking of him.