Heaven

Two days ago I took Pinky, our young cat, in for her second flu shot.  She’s eight months old now and nearly full grown, so I can’t really call her a kitten. As I got up to go to the register, I heard the clerk speaking to someone about when they could “pick up the ashes.”  My heart sank. When I got to the desk I saw the customer: a tall youngish man with his…

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