Two months ago, I lost my cherished companion of sixteen years. This is about that, but not only that.
The Saturday before last, when I returned to my apartment after a morning hike, I saw that my cat's beloved stuffed poodle had been placed prominently on their cardboard scratchpad. I smiled: there is a sweetness to witnessing the evidence of my pets' unseen movements while I'm away. Then I realized with a start that… Continue reading Anise and the inner life of our animal companions