It had been there on the top since the days following Spiky's passing. I even used it, each autumn, to select the next books I'd read in the annual Booker Prize Marathons.
Unfortunately, the bowl is no more.
Oreo - who liked to wind me up, every now and again, by taking the things out of the bowl before running away! - accidentally knocked it down last night.
It wasn't the first time Oreo had pushed the bowl over the edge. However, this would turn out to be the last occasion because, upon landing on the floor, it shattered.
Unfixable.
I'm obviously gutted. However, I have to be straight up - I am not as bothered by the loss of the tribute item as I thought I would have been had this happened years ago.
It rested there for over four years. Thankfully, I have other things to remind me of Spiky. For example, a photograph album I created in the days following his passing.
I obviously miss Spiky more than I'll ever miss his bowl. That's the best way to spin it, right?
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