Still Missing Newt

The essence of Newt still hangs around me. I can almost feel the soft caress of her cheek against my skin.

I have been so focused on how much I loved her, I sometimes forget how much she loved me. She was only a small kitten when she came to live with us, so we encompassed her whole life. Newt was never a flamboyant cat, but she loved deeply and passionately in her quiet way.

Now she hangs in the air like a faintly heard melody that still brings tears to my eyes.