"Are those pictures of your cat?" I asked.
"Yes, they are. I loved her so much. She was a wonderful cat," he said.
Abby was getting an industrial piercing, which I learned just this week means a piercing from one part of the edge of her ear to another part of the edge of her ear.
She needed parents there since she is only 15. So there we stood, Abby who fits in everywhere, and Russ and I completely out of our element in the tattoo parlor, watching the large, scary, beautifully tattooed piercer work his craft.
"Do you know she had all her claws and never once used them on the furniture? And she never had accidents. She didn't hunt, and she wouldn't hurt anything. She caught a spider under her paw once, and let him go. She was so beautiful. She always wanted me there. I guess it's a good sign I can talk about her, huh? It's been two years."
I said it takes a long time. He said he always knew she would eventually return to the underworld, but he sure missed her.
"Did it hurt? we asked Abby.
"Yes!" she said.