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Today, the first day of 2021, features rain, quiet, and cats, minus 1. My lovely little girl, Chili, has passed, leaving me bereft, and adrift. I keep looking for her under foot, when descending the stairs, opening the refrigerator, or popping into the bathroom in the wee hours of the night, meowing and getting her way. Always a pleasure to please her. We shared a house and a rhythm together, our lives intertwined to the extent that the house and my heart feel so - empty. There is a void that will never again be filled in the same way, or extent. Even as my eyes run with tears they can never be enough to fill the chasm she left behind, the depth of the channel created by her crossing... 

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