“Even when over the Styx, Felis is faithful to thee.”
Dear Reader,
It’s not the presence of reminders—photos, the mat where we put her bowls, a favorite cardboard hideaway—that makes the grief worse. It’s the absences: no bright eyes looking at me as I round a corner, no chirp saluting me as I enter a room.
No need to wake up in the middle of the night to…
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