This morning I woke up thinking I had to let Misha out. The thought happens, though not so frequently. Sometimes I wonder if he "visits" while I'm asleep and that's why I think of him so much. I have worn the necklace of his nose imprint every day since I received it from his passing. I have visited him twice in my dreams, and if they are any indication he is quite well and looks much younger. There are days like today where my heart shatters all over again, but I am also so grateful for the life we had together. The image above is a crocheted Misha doll made out of his fur that was spun into yarn. I miss him so much.