we lost White Kitty on New Year’s Day.
This house has lost an inhabitant.
Insistently empty spaces where
fuzzy paws and pink nose
life went on after White Kitty left us. how exactly, i don’t quite comprehend; but it did, because it does. just as life did when Mom died. just as when Black Kitty died.
i eventually went back into the kitchen to concoct meals that were not for him, the weight of the kale and psyllium and turkey and eggshell powder that nursed him through his last year on my shoulders. even kale eventually made it back to our table. if we could stop time for a little while after a loss that cleaves our world, would we ever be brave enough to start it again?