She lies like a helpless bird eyes closed, tiny now and frail. Immaculate as ever in her pristine nightie and pearl earrings. My voice pulls her back from her dreams. Taking her hand, she smiles confused and hardly audible . She knows it’s me. Ignoring protocol i join her on her bed. Cradled in my arms as Jim Reeves
» Read moreOne from the archives (totally reworked) describing the day I came home to put my mother’s old cat beyond suffering. The dreaded hour, my summons home, a sombre task. Always fiercely a one-woman cat rescued from cruelty, untrusting hissing exchange, for tentative interaction. But last night you crept in slept on my chest… as though in unspoken , feline
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