After Allie had gone he was so warm; in fact he seemed to have even heated up.

I coulda sworn I heard him today; felt him jump on the bed and see his lil snaky tail everywhere.

I’m struggling to beat back the overwhelming sense of irrationality.  For instance: Selling one of my kidneys in order to procure $32,000 to have Allie cloned.  It wouldn’t be him though, just a look-alike.

I just wanna hit the floor, beat my fists and throw one helluva tantrum.  

I made the final decision; I’m the one who signed his death warrant and I’m the one who held him when he went – I did this so, for once in my life, I couldn’t blame it on anybody else.

I ache for him.  If he were here now he’d be curled up by my desk.