Last night I had a dream about Mojo. It was a few weeks after he’d been hit by a car and Dad came over – he had Mojo with him, he’d seen him wandering around down the street and brought him home. The cat I’d buried wasn’t really Mojo.
I was so happy to see him.
And so sad to wake up this morning knowing that I did bury him.
In memory of my beloved Mojo, I’m posting a pic.