Monday, June 27
This might be the saddest blog post I have ever written. Schnurrli, our beloved cat wo lived in the countryside, died. I know she had a fulfilling cat life - she got almost 18 years old. Last weekend when we visited Stephan's parents, I found myself looking at the front door which is made of frosted glass, searching for Schnurrli's contour. The rooms of the big house feel empty. There will be no purring, no chattering noise anymore. No one who wants to play with my yarn. So sad.