I am homebound and disabled. For ten years my Whitekitty, who I found in the rain on the corner of a busy highway, has been way more than a cat. We sign our cards Lucy and whitekitty. He made floss, a rubber band, yogurt, a bath, spicket, a fly, a screen, a doorbell, a curtain, a towel, my voice, paper bags, everything, a celebration.
I feel him everywhere. he was my reason for everything.
I feel he wants to be here. The silence and stillness is grotesque.
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