It’s been almost 4 months.
I teared up when I typed that.
You see, while I can talk about her life, I cannot talk about her death without tears.
I know she’s no longer here, but it is an outer knowledge, something I keep away from me.
I have to make room for her, all of her, in me. Life and death and everything.
If I want to be able to remember without tears, then I have to bring her back in, even with the tears.
‘Just a cat’, I know.
But oh, how I miss that cat!
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