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how knew I was with him and that it brought him some comfort.

And so we are so sad. Our dog has wandered through the house looking for him, and that undoes us. At night, when we turn out the light, his absence at the foot of the bed is heavier than you might expect from a creature so small (he only weighed ten or eleven pounds).

But that’s the thing about the ones who find their way to us. They take up more space in our hearts than we expect—more space than seems possible.

I hope Crash Kitty somehow knows how loved he was. I hope, somehow, he always knew.