What I write of you today

October 31, 2024 What I write of you today may not be there come tomorrow…

November 1, 2024 and when the morning came, you couldn’t leave your bed, no strength to even lift your head

so whatever I may have written feels far too late to act upon. You were our permanent little kitten, but now those words (and you) are gone.

31 October 2024

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