I am in the garden. Well: in the alley behind the house.
a black cat jumps down in front of me. I look. It is Misz: he has been away, staying out of the house.
I pick him up and hold him in my arms. He is warm, soft… alive.
Then i remember.
I hold him to me: feel his fur against my skin, the way it felt on his last day, when i held him n my arms, at the vet’s.
I still miss him so.
I am crying.