Where's Zoe?
All those many years, almost 20... Zoe found her way
into my inner sanctum, co-opting my brushes and typewriter. She put out her blog complete with illustrations, and she had so much fun. But things change.
I opened the studio door on December 22nd, and I found her there, but she wasn't in her regular spot. She was hovering and invisible and visible all at the same time. It seemed as if her tail wagging kept her aloft. I liked that, because ever since her B died, she hadn't wagged that tail too much.
I found a note on 'our' drawing board, it said 'to edit". I am reading through it all now. She must have written that note just before the other side of life came up from behind her and took her down the path.