My Cat Died and I Felt Profound, Ugly Grief

I keep thinking I hear her coming down the hall, but my tender, feline companion is dead — and she’s never coming back.

Lua lies on the corner of my desk, soaking in the morning sun. Photo by A. Wrauley.

The day Lua died, I sat on the couch and purred into our younger cat, Little Buddy, when we heard a noise in the next room. Both of us looked — Lua? We stared at the doorway and habitually waited for her short legs to waddle over to us. It was common for her to kick…