Rest in Peace, dear Nelson

Sometime during the night, Nelson, our feral-ish cat, was hit by a car.

The nasty old farts across the road knocked on our door at 8 a.m. and asked if it was our cat who had crawled underneath their car, and died there.

It was our Nelson.

 I feel heartbroken.

Nelson was brought home 14 years ago when the husband had given me his credit card, told me to go buy 'something nice' for myself, and I came home with a cat.

Nelson was my trusty companion in a time of my life when I was just in the early throes of immigration, sad and alone and foreign in a foreign country.

Now the house feels emptier - a soul that was here is gone.

Son#2 and I drove to the animal cemetery and organized Nelson's cremation.

Her fat furry tummy was still warm, her paws cool.

Rest in peace, my friend.

Today is 6 months since my dad died.

 And tomorrow, the husband and I are going to Portugal, but right now, I can't muster enthusiasm for it.

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