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Sable
2011 — 2024 · Cat · 13 years together
“Thirteen years of perfect, elegant disdain.”
Sable tolerated me. On cold nights she would allow me to be a pillow, but only until 4 a.m. She had a tortoiseshell coat like a map of a country that doesn't exist. I have never been so honoured to be ignored.
Their colours
Photo wall
Pictures of Sable, kept by the person who raised this memorial.
Whispers left here
Small messages from visitors — a candle in words. 1 so far.
AlexOctober 2026
The best kind of cat: entirely her own.
Letters to the future
Some things are easier to say later. Seal a letter for Sable and choose the day it opens — it stays unread until then, even from this side of the garden.
No letters yet. The first one can be yours — a few lines for a date that does not exist yet.
Others in the garden