Four weeks and three days since I’ve picked that little limp body up off the street.
I keep telling my heart that it is time to get over it.
After all, it wasn’t a human child.
As if that should somehow lessen the magnitude of my loss.
Luckily, my heart doesn’t listen, and remains a little bit broken.
Just enough to sometimes still show me glimpses of a sweet little grey kitten, catching make-believe lizards under the agapanthus plant in my garden.
Daily Braveries 