I don’t know why. I keep seeing Bebop today. When I walked up to the street before dawn to get the paper, he was in the shadow of the driveway, watching me, waiting to follow me into the house.

When I changed the linen on my son’s bed, I felt him follow me, happy for the novelty of being in a different room.

When I sneezed just now, I felt him startle from his sleep from the end of the bed.

He’s been gone eight weeks now. I miss him.