I now talk to him like if he was an angel, though I know full well only God hears me. Not Laurel.

But the depth of calm satisfied peace I feel telling him about our fight of tonight, hubby and I, was so cute. And a first in a long time with a late deceased pet.

Perhaps because it was so expected, the shock of laurel's death lies on me.

I feared it and predicted pretty much everything about it.

That is what is so odd: Laurel truly, it turns out like I saw very fast in him, was a fool.

A fool with humans he chose to never obey nor learn much from unless they pampered him for years like I did.