How did so much time already slip away? She peeled out of this life we so simply shared. She has a way of still curling up with me, and I smell her, her dusty head and warm little bones. Some were hard, like her apple skull but still soft like her little ribs, her many little ones in her bending black paws. I still feel her holding my hand, the way she’d step on me and press on me, just sitting. She pressed her life in me.
"Guard your time. This moment is a treasure. Don't give a minute to something that does not make you happy. Don't endure anything that makes you feel less."