Ten days ago we had to let our cat Mischka go after an inoperable mass was discovered in her intestines. My partner and I had her for 15 years – “As long as we’ve had each other,” I used to say. The loss remains palpable, of course – a hole in our tiny family.
I still hear noises that I used to attribute to the cat; how many other wrong answers do I carry around with confidence?
But mostly I hear nothing. I guess starting this musical journey now must have something to do with a need to make some noise.
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