I almost need post-its around the house.
On the sliding glass door inside: “Don't look for him. He’s not coming home ever again.”
On the outside: “Don’t bother to pull the screen door shut and prop the box fan just so when you go out to weed and water; he’s not here to open the door and let the kitten out.”
On the bathroom mirror: “He’s never going to be sleeping on the bathmat or in the tub again.”
On my bedroom door inside: “He will not be waiting in the hall for his breakfast.”
On the outside: “He’s not on the bed taking a nap. Go ahead and turn the overhead light on.”
In the writing shed: “He will not need a bowl of fresh water ever again.” and "Don't look for him napping in the big chair. He'll never be there again."
On the front door: “He is not lounging on the deck waiting for you to look for him here.”
In the office: “Don’t look out the window-he will never leap on top of the fence out there and stalk across the field, never again.” and "He won't interrupt your writing by jumping up, sticking his butt in your nose and stretching out across the keyboard ever again." and "He won't nap in Jim's chair again."
For the kitchen:
“Don’t put an extra spoonful of yogurt in a cat dish and take it in the office. He will never have it again.” and "When saving the tenderest, fattiest bits of chicken or salmon carefully unseasoned, only put a tiny bit in the tiny dish for the kitten. Bob is not here anymore."
In the garden: “He will not meet you today to lie in the weeds and watch you.”
And at night, before storms: “Don’t call him like you're calling your cub home. He’s never coming home again.”