Today was Juniper’s fifth birthday.
I had forgotten that he wasn’t always here. That he wasn’t always staring out the window when I got home, awaiting me to give him the treats he deserves for lazing around all day.
I was thinking about when you caught the salmon. We went in the living room to discuss the merits of the phonograph I had brought home from the shop. We had finally decided on something or other to try and play when I heard a loud smack in the kitchen. There was your salmon splayed on the floor being delicately craved into cat sized pieces.