I have dreaded writing this post for a whole month. No, I have dreaded it longer than that, maybe for years.
Stella passed away one month ago today. She went fast, quietly, in her sleep. Her legs were relaxed.
Had she been standing, they would have been in a running position, the way they always looked when she would chase a squirrel.
Later that day, I came across a cartoonish sketch I had made of her years ago in the same running pose. The caption read, “Flying Stella: I can’t feel my feet touching the ground.” And I realized that had become for her quite literally true. Fly, girl, fly. See you later.
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