lathany

Last night I dreamed of Emily Marle, our cat, for the first time ever. In my dream we were somewhere high up with mountains, but oddly indoors. Emily purred, rolled over and general behaved like a cat. When I left, I cried.

Then I woke up feeling upset and strange. I knew Emily was dead and had been dead for years. Then I realised - it was exactly seven years - yesterday was the anniversary of her death. I guess my subconscious was way ahead of me. Here's our last photo of her.