October 17, 2013
The day my mom tells me my brother's cat was killed by a car, I'm lounging on the sofa with Shana, telling her how much I love her. While my nose is inches from hers, I notice gray fur near her nose and mouth, peppering the otherwise all-black silkiness. I try to convince myself it's dust but remember a friend who, meeting her for the first time the day before, commented on how cute the gray was on her face (which I discounted as a trick of the room's lighting). She's almost 14, so why does this break my heart?