She was with me around 19 years.
I saw her eyes when I buried her.
19 years.
It's like some cosmological constant is gone.
She scratched at the door every morning.
She slept on me.
She knew I knew how to pet her.
She lived in Athens, Jamestown, West Warwick, East Greenwich.
She couldn't have been longer than 6 inches when she walked up onto my porch in Athens and said "Look, here is how it is. I'm going to be your cat. Point me to the food bowl."
19 years.
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