When Clarice’s cat, Mandy, died shortly after her eightieth birthday, she decided she wouldn’t have another. She remained steadfast in her decision, despite her daughter Anna’s insistence that she needed a cat in her life. Over the next few years, Clarice maintained her simple life, not getting out much, though family frequently visited, and she saw her sister, who lived next door, daily. She cherished her time alone, having always been an introvert, but her world felt a little emptier and less colorful without a furry friend to share her solitude.
Such a lovely memory 💖
Cool, love this story! What became of Augustyn? Ahh, so glad you mom got him!