Baxter came and rested his head on my feet, and the mother cat purred louder than her babies nestled in close.
That was the first night I slept without nightmares.
And in the morning, when the sun poured through the windows, and the kittens stirred, it felt — for just a moment — like Lily was still here. Not in a ghostly, sorrowful way, but in the quiet kindness she had left behind.
