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We are making adjustments to our already quiet home. All three of us. We forgot to include her in the decision; although, perhaps she already knew. On Saturday, through hair I collected from the cat house, she took in the scent of her departed companion and I let her know that she is gone. She’s not coming back.

I wish I had drawn her more, but I made a promise to rectify that and when I can, I draw and am getting better at the drawings. We are figuring it out together. And this time, I will have more of a record of our time together in a way that photos never can.