Moving on and over

Cecil died from bone cancer on April 17th. My bed seemed very large and lonely. I started to worry that my wonderful Tempurpedic mattress would be uneven if I stayed on one side all of the time. I put a reading light behind me on the headboard and moved over. I fell asleep while reading and awoke during the night. And then it hit me! I'm sleeping in the middle of the bed! I'

moving over after death and divorce

Cecil got sick in April and died on the 17th. I was left alone in my king size bed, huddled on the right side. I cried. And I cried. I convinced my cat to sleep with me. But he didn't take up enough space.
One night I decided that I should move over. I was reading and slid into the center. But the table lamp wasn't bright enough. So I brought a reading light upstairs, and hooked it on the headboard. I moved over and began reading. I fell asleep after a little bit, and awoke a few hours later. And that's when it hit me! I was sleeping in the middle of the bed.

Cecil and me

After my divorce, my Labrador took over my husband's side of the bed. He smooched the pillow and stretched out like a human. I remained true to my side of the bed. We slept like this, side by side, for 7 years. I would occasionally have an overnight guest who would request the dog be relinquished to the bottom of the bed. This never worked out, as I usually ended up crowded in the center, sandwiched between a stranger and my dog.