Therapy

Here's some therapy. 

His name is Fyodor as in Fyodor Dostoevsky, Zach's favorite author.   I put a lot of love into him.  I caught myself asking him, "How's my little buddy?"  I used to ask Zach that.   He is better for me than a ghost or a spirit, or feather, or penny, or whatever, because he actually has flesh and can wiggle.

For those concerned that my love for Fyodor is diminishing my affection for Shelby (pictured above in a dazzling and stylish white fur), fear not.  She along with Snickers (not pictured) are the recipients of plenty of scratching just behind the ear, long walks, silly songs, sweet nothings, and tasty breakfasts.  

But little Fyodor does get some of that Zach attention.  He is my comfort pet.