I can only express the sensation I had as a girl when I’d blow on dandelions. I felt connected to my papa. I didn’t have to apologize for it.
She’s been with me through loss, heartbreak, mental health struggles, multiple moves, and now a worldwide pandemic... She’s just a cat, yet she’s pure love.
"Listen," my mother said. "Listen to the sound of the corncrake, a bird of the past. We might never hear it again, this time might be the last."