On Tuesday last week we said goodbye to our wonderful Birman puss called Clover. She was 18 years 8 months old and has been an utter joy throughout her long life. Tiny though she was, the space left by her absence feels both infinite and cavernous.
I know the pain will lessen as time goes by because I have been honoured to live alongside cats for many many years (I am an old fing) but at the moment I (and my DH too) feel completely bereft. I know it's the price we pay but it's so hideously high and horribly painful.
We are blessed with two other cats who are fabulous in every way so we have our fluffy ones to soothe our sorrow. But forever isn't long enough with them, is it? They should arrive when we arrive and depart when we go- like Philip Pullman's daemons, inextricably linked for all time.