A Week
It's been a week. Just one week.
This time last week, we were out searching for our errant cat. It was snowing, but we hoped he was just being naughty and following us.
The Baron thought he saw a little white face peeking out from under a tree. I felt him nearby. We were wrong.
Harvey was several hundred metres away, by the side of the road.
But we were right. We are both sure that he found us that night to say goodbye.
I can't believe it has been a week.
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