“Here you go, sweetheart,” I said, placing one gently in front of her.
She ate it slowly, then climbed onto the couch and curled against my side. For a long time I simply sat there with my hand resting lightly on her back, memorizing the feeling of her warm fur and the steady rise and fall of her breathing.
Soon the house would be quiet in a way it had never been before.
But the love Willow had left in every corner of our home would stay long after the sound of her tiny trills faded.
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