He was dead before I was even born.
She has been a widow longer than I have been alive.
Thus I cannot begrudge her the fact that of our entire zoo, she is taking my kitten. My Amelie.
She belonged to both of us, you know. He put the cover to the Scrabble box over her heard one time, and she went to town, racing about and knocking, ever so gently, into the bookshelf.
As much as I loved Boone sleeping in my hair, he adored it when Amelie would lick his fingers clean. If only he had been.
