When I named Azar I loved the play on words that his name meant “luck” or “happenstance” in Spanish but it also sounded like “azahar”, which means orange blossom.

Azar would have been 18 today. It seemed unimaginable a year ago that we wouldn’t have any more birthdays together. It still feels unbearable that I’ll never see or hold him again.

Azar’s Story

A little black cat called Happenstance