[Twelfth in a series]
Listen.
I can still hear her silent meow.
She'd open her mouth as if to utter a meow, but nothing would come out.
Either from a whistle on my part, or from an "I love you". Or any number of question/answer sessions between the two of us.
Listen.
She's still there.
Sunday, November 9
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