Willow died one year ago today.
The only problem is nobody told Willow. In the past year she has cold-nosed the back
of my bare leg; licked my fingers in the dark; lie in the shadow under the
table, in front of where I sit and gently paw my foot; looking at me
sadly; make gnawing sounds; pant to make it look like she is smiling and
enjoying life; whine; sneeze; and letting little little farts.
I never actually see her near me but I can sense her in my
peripheral vision. She is there alright.
When I walk daily, I sense she is near, walking per our
selected pace beside me, stopping to smell something and then catch up with me.
Thank you Willow for not leaving yet.
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