My little friend is gone, there’s nothing else to do now but move on and remember all the good times I had with him.
Still, this house is very sad right now. Mum keeps crying and blaming herself. Dad is just quiet.
I’m going out to lunch with my grandmother. That will be nice.
I have no idea what do do. I was supposed to start on my Padme underdress today, but it feels strange to do something like that. Especially since Hobbes used to sit on the back of the sewing chair and “supervise” our work…