Strange gaps.

To not hurt to see a picture of a cat.

To not have her board my suitcase.

To not cover the pillows so she doesn’t nap on them.

To not arrange for a cat sitter and just go, and not curtail, and to extend a trip without her fretting.

To return home and her not at the door.

To see the disturbed ground of the grave not growing Sweet Williams like the rest of the hill.

To see the catnip grow unmolested.

To see her/our chaise long unused on sunny days.

To shake off seeing her blank pupils in the dog’s very much alive pupils.

To find a sound recording on my phone or her purr.

Sorry if that’s sad. It’s stages.