Remembering Nisha

Five years ago today, our little Nisha died, at the age of just 14 months.

Nisha had been rescued as a kitten. She grew into a cheerful, curious, clever and affectionate young cat, much loved by us humans. Those first months of the pandemic, with its lockdowns and scares, she saved us from getting lonely and depressed.
I had bonded with her like with no other cat in my life. If the world were a fair place, she should sit on my lap right now. 

But she did not come home that night, and P went looking. He found her, already dead, on a parking space around the corner. We were devastated, and still are. Nisha will always be remembered and missed in this house.