This month is her birthday. She’s already gone.
No matter how many years pass, I won’t forget it.
She was small. But her presence filled the room.
I still remember the first day I met her clearly. We were sleeping in the same space when the alarm went off early in the morning. I asked, “do you want to come over?” — and she did. We went back to sleep together.
After that, every night.
I’ve always been close to animals. Grew up in the countryside, so wild ones were nearby too. Cats and dogs were just always around.
I used to wish we could talk. And I wish I’d kept more of a record.
So now I’m making something. For pets.
So that next time, I can live with them again. And actually keep track of it.