It’s been only hours without my Benji, my 7 year old black cat, and already the silence is loud. There is no meow for love or breakfast, there’s a Benji space on the couch without him. The pond looks bare without his bodacious form popping from rock to rock. The biliary came on so quick and he was so young, I just didn’t see it coming. Every part of the garden and the house shines less bright without him. He will be so missed because he is so loved.

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