A Portia Story

I want to tell you a story. Nearly four years ago, my calico cat, Portia, died. (Her anniversary is coming up in June.) She hadn’t been well for a few weeks before her death: not eating, not ‘talking’ in her catty way, not peeing right…well, she was peeing, but not inside her litter tray, if […]

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Anniversary of a Furbaby

Portia died one year ago. It seems fitting to commemorate such an occasion with the sweetness of words, although I must acknowledge how far words fall short when it comes to capturing those we have loved and lost; their beauty, their quirks, and the empty places they leave in our hearts. This is not a […]

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Farewell, My Furbaby

She sniffed at the edges of the carrier box, uncertain about stepping into the middle of the room with a stranger. She looked around and glanced at me, sitting cross-legged on the floor. I held my breath. Would she like me? Would I like her? Would this end horribly? Then, like a windfall, she stepped […]

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