This is my cat, Nala. Eleven years ago, she arrived in a Starbucks paper bag, barely a month old. I was afraid of cats then. She changed that. She changed so many things without ever knowing it. Iβve lost count of all the cats Iβve taken in since. Nala was the one who started it all.
Today, she broke my heart into a million little pieces. Eleven years. What am I supposed to do with all this grief, Nala?