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It’s a year to the day since Kitten died. As she sits here, tapping in the evening sunlight at her lovely new laptop, nearly 15 weeks pregnant, Squirrel knows full well how much she has to be thankful for. The last year has taught her the nonsense that is the notion of being in control of one’s life. There is only ever the now.
This new baby seems to want to live. Squirrel saw it somersaulting and kicking madly inside her just a few short days ago and watched incredulously as the sonographer examined every organ and measured every limb with her impressive scanning machine. Much as she adores this baby, growing and stretching within her, she cannot forget the tiny brother or sister who wasn’t quite strong enough. Squirrel’s now is full of both joy and tears. She carries Baby G in her womb, and Kitten in her heart.
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