One Year
It's a year today that Clarke disappeared, probably taken by a coyote. I have hundreds of photos of him but chose this one because it shows one of his best characteristics - his love of people. This is a friend of my daughter and Clarke didn't really know her that well but she had a knee and that was cool with him.
When we first met he was five months old. I was lying on the couch, he ran over, jumped up, looked at me with love, settled down to a purrful nap and stole my heart. Within a day I was telling my daughter that the next time she left home, Clarke was staying with me. I've never bonded so quickly or so hard and the feeling was mutual. Kenz and Bella wer jealous and though Clarke was sometimes a pain in the butt to them, I think they liked him. He was a kitten and loved to play; they were tired, older girls who had their routines but they all got along very well.
I miss him terribly and had dreams about him every night in the last couple of weeks. Some were actual nightmares. I don't quite know how I'm ever going to get over him but at least I've stopped calling him
every day and night.
Click to Play:Skeletons and Spirits by Alison Crowe