My cat died on Sunday. I miss her. I miss the meows hello in the morning. I miss the way the fur on her paws formed cute little points, like faux claws. I miss the purring in my lap, the face licks and the nose sniffs.
I told Lilliana. We read The Tenth Good Thing About Barney by Judith Viorst. What she knows is "Christine died"
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