A short, sad epilogue to my tribute to my cat Grover:
While I lived at the apartment complex, there was a girl and her little brother who lived across the way from us. She liked to pet and play with Grover when I took him outside on a leash. I even let her take him out for a short walk without me a couple times. Now that I think about it, she was probably one of the kids that originally pointed out Grover’s litter to me when I was walking home.
After Grover passed away, I remembered her and thought she might want to hear about his passing. Sadly, when I tried to look her up online, I found out she had died suddenly a couple years earlier at the age of nineteen.
The universe really sucks sometimes, doesn’t it?