Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
He missed her still. He lay, even yet, on the left side of the bed as if she might slip under the covers sometime in the night and into his arms.
Somehow Pippin had never thought of a life without Diamond. He had taken care to ensure her life would be easy after his death, with no thought for the long years alone that he had faced after her too-early death.
Perhaps he would take up the offer of a home in Gondor; let Faramir become Thain. Down south the empty side of the bed might not be so cold.