I have this picture in my head of her snuggled next to her mother. Familiar fue, familiar skin. Cats are predators but they are also small and fragile.

Miracle taught me so much about both strong and fragile. I cannot say I have come out on the other side of grief from losing her.

Maybe we never come out on the other side. I regret so much, but not the time we had together.

Wish words were the petals of flowers, thrown along the path to the altar.