Pets

while curled up in the crook of my arm. She died a year ago this past Ides of March. That glorious gaze both fills me with joy of remembrance, and the pain of the loss.

Today, I have a 6 mo old kitten my sister brought to me as a rescue. It was only a few weeks old at the time. This little black and white baby lays in my lap and looks at me the same way my Sweetie did. AND he plays fetch! (LOL)