Hank used to sleep on a blanket in front of the furnace in the living room. The hardest part of losing him has been looking over there, automatically expecting to see him.
Scott set up a little memorial in Hank's old spot. He is represented by a happily burning candle, a stripy little orange wooden cat that is oddly reminiscent of him, and the card Patsy got for me yesterday. Thank you, Patsy, and thank you to everyone who wrote in it. I appreciate it so much.