I had a dream overnight in which Smudge reappeared on my doorstep. I was overjoyed at her return, of course. But even as I picked her up, her color seemed to change. Was it really Smudge? Was the cat really changing color, or was it the changing light as I brought her indoors?
She kept changing until she no longer even looked like a cat, but like some sort of furry bird.
And then I woke up.
Losing Beasley and Smudge in the space of a week after they'd been in my life for ten years certainly reminded me about impermanence. I still miss them both.
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