Sleep well, my darlings, sweet dreams
It is 4.14 in the morning of March 5, and i am sitting in my living room upstairs, grieving the loss of my 20-year-old cat Casey. She passed away at exactly 1.23am (perhaps there is a significance in the numbers, but I am unable to work it out right now). All I know is, we’re only in the first week of the third month of the year, and already I have had to say goodbye to three