The morning is the time I really miss him.  He was such an up and fuzzy little morning guy, yelling joyous things at 6 a.m.   That is a bit early for me since I am a middle of the day person.  I am using the grief time to take back my front garden.  Thomas always gardened with me, but some of his gardening consisted of digging and pooping.  I buried him and planted nice flowers over the spot in his favorite garden, not far from the bird bath.  Every day I still care for him, but it is not easy to make the transition to watering Thomas.  I would much rather be fighting over poop territory. 
