The tuxedo cat Corey so loved--I call him Dooomie--relaxes with me and a snack (must-have-chips) under a tree as we wait for the first of many of her friends that I hope to spend time with here. Yesterday as I was writing about how the cat delighted Corey, how he made her giggle and laugh, he jumped into my lap and purred...which made me weep, because I could feel how her love for him lives on in him, emanates through him, is one of the ways that she is still present in undefinable ways.