Remember Azar having a drink out of his special glass after brekky a couple of months ago? That was before things (literally) blew up with the tumour and it seemed like he’d still be around for a good while. He always took care to make sure he got lots to drink and for the past couple of years he’d had a few different drinking glasses, but this was his last one.
After he died it was so hard to let go of little things and so when it came time to either toss this glass or find a new use for it I decided to fill it up permenantly and leave it on the top shelf in the bathroom where I always used to keep it, waiting for Azar to come and ask for a drink.
Sometimes seeing it makes me sad, other times it makes me smile, but it always makes me remember how much I loved bringing him a drink and telling him what a clever boy he was. Nothing else I was doing would ever be more important and it was always good to stop and have those few precious moments. I think it’s good to be reminded of that.
casa azahar 
Well you have that mixture of memories – hopefully, over time, the majority of the older, better memories will be what that sparks.
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Yes, letting go of little things is quite hard. I have only kept a collar my cat used to go out with, which I’m wearing as an armband. And indeed, sometimes it makes me sad, sometimes it makes me smile.
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I keep a small collection. Apricat’s collar with its heart-shaped tag, Patty Twinkle’s little crocheted toy ball and her favorite brush, a tiny novelty sculpture that looked exactly like Taffy. They occupy the open half of a bookshelf in the room where two of my present cats hang out, and I like to think that a sort of cat heritage is thereby preserved. The sweet sadness never goes away, though with time you experience it less often. But I would never part with those things.
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That is a lovely way to remember.
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