Puck

I’m not good at grief. I’ve lost pets before — in my time writing here I lost both Grim and Aurora. The same stabbing pain, the heartbreak of it, never really gets any easier.

She was my little girl. She played WoW, and even healed a raid once — and did a better job than I did, for that matter. I love her and I’ll miss her. She fought and rode the Roomba, she loved basking in the sunlight, she was brave enough to yell at a cop for daring to come into her house.

Goodbye, little sun shadow.

My cat Puck, in the wake of Aurora’s passing this year, has become very vocal at night. We suspect it’s out of loneliness, as she and Aurora shared a bed overnight and kept each other company. Since I’m awake anyway, I’ve been letting her come and sleep in my office while I’m trying to work. It’s not always ideal, but here we are.

Anyway, hi, y’all. I’m pitching in for Liz while she does the 10,000 things that need doing at any given time.

This is the Queue. Try and be quiet, please, Puck is asleep right now.