Today marks the 2nd anniversary of my sweet Connecticut’s passing. I miss her nibbling my toes when I stagger into the bathroom for my first morning pee, something she thought was quite funny and quite necessary. And I miss her camping out on my chest, smug, popcorn purring, once in a while reaching out to poke my face. I miss her lovey-eyed stare and the tiny little white spot on her upper lip.
She’s a good soul.