6/12/17
Dear Cat,
Today, a few hours after coming home from Angell Memorial
without you, I felt something brush against my ankle while I was in the kitchen
and, without looking down, I assumed it was you. I began to speak to you but as
soon as I made a noise, I realized I was alone and you were not here anymore.
It was a hair of mine, clinging to my leg. A deep pain bloomed out from my
chest and swallowed me, and I was breathless, standing in my kitchen, where it
felt like suddenly everything around me was dead and I was in some alternate
universe, that I could leave and go back home where my cat would be waiting for
me, to share a few bites of my food.
The world was a better place when you were in it. Thank you
for being part of our lives for fourteen years. We have to figure out how to
exist without you now.
Love, Parisa
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| The last picture I took of her, at the vet's |
