But living things are not convenient.
Not if they’re real.
Not if they’ve loved.
Not if they’ve lost.
And I think that’s the part people need to argue about more, not less.
Not whether one cat deserved time.
She did.
That’s easy.
The harder question is why we built a culture where time has become such a luxury that even obvious heartbreak has to prove its worth.
That’s the comment section I’d actually like to read.
Until then, I keep the first picture in her file.
Gray tabby.
Sunlit paw.
Body finally uncurled.
A reminder.
Some animals are not broken.
Some people aren’t either.
Some are simply carrying a loss too heavy to hide, and the world punishes whatever it can see.
If this story unsettles you, good.
It unsettles me too.
It should.
Because a grieving cat should not have to get lucky to be understood.
And neither should anyone else.
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