This is so hard to write.
I composed fragments and bits driving in the car, on the way home from the vet. There's something cathartic about driving for me, and I’m rambling, not touching the thing I came here to write about.
Today I’m writing about a feline. A smaller, dilute calico, green eyed spitfire who was present and loving to the end. Trying her best to live, to love, to be who she was at the core of herself.
Follow me over the void to hear her amazing story.
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