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Remembering Dawn, My Life With Cats

Remembering Dawn, My Life With Cats

My pillow was empty this morning when I woke. Most mornings when I wake, I need only to turn my head slightly to see a long haired whiskered friend staring at me. “Good morning Dawn” to which she would reply with her paw gently touching my face. Some mornings she...
At the End of The Day, She’s Still My Mother

At the End of The Day, She’s Still My Mother

Nineteen years ago my mother died. She had slipped into a coma hours before and then slipped quietly away early in the morning. It wasn’t a shock, nor unexpected. If truth was known, there was a sense of relief. It was three years earlier she had dropped the bombshell...