A very long and lonely Summer got rolling a decade ago. Technically, Somara headed out West a couple days before May began. I remember already missing her enormously as I tried to quietly weep in my cubicle the first Saturday without her being around. Nemo expressed his grief by pissing on the kitchen floor repeatedly.
The new cell phones were interesting. It was pretty cool being able to reach Somara at the Gold Bar or if I was at Kenny’s, Apple or some other hangout.
Somara did fly back around July to attend her graduation ceremony. I can’t remember who watched Wicca back in Phoenix. The other cats didn’t recognize Somara immediately.
I hope we never undertake such a heart-wrenching endeavor again. A little vacation apart to hang with certain friends is one thing, this was just a dumb matter I still blame myself over, thanks to my chickening out.