Sad day

We had light rain, and I thought that heaven was crying with us. Kissamissa, a year older than Maija, died a year ago, leaving the two of us alone. She came to my yard one October night. One of the dogs was barking and I found her on the bumper of the car, a tiny fur ball, maybe five weeks old. No one knew where she was from, so I assume that she was thrown out of a car, maybe. She was very shy, but she still had a good life at my country house with fields and woods and dogs and the pony. When we finally moved here, she settled well.

When I open the door, I still wait for her to come after Maija.