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.