The Silent Guardian of My Grief
In the wake of her passing, Cole shifted his focus to me with a solemn, watchful grace. He became my shadow, trailing my every footstep through the quiet rooms with a deliberate pace. He didn’t meow or beg for attention in the way he once had; instead, he simply existed in the same space as my grief. His companionship was profound precisely because it required no words, no explanations, and no performative comfort. He was the only other living soul who truly understood the magnitude of the silence that now defined our home. He knew the exact frequency of my sadness.
