Last week my mom called me and started talking in that dreaded voice. It was uncomfortable, halting, distracted...the “someone just passed away” voice. That someone was the family cat, Chester.
I'd known Chester since he was a fluffy, fits-in-the-palm-of-your-hand kitty. So to hear he was dead was unbelievable. My mind said, “You mean when I come home he won’t be there to see me? Riiiiight. He’s been slinking around our house for fifteen years, and now he’s just not there? I don’t believe you!”
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