Olive
“Small, grey, and absolutely certain she was in charge.”
Olive came with the flat. The previous tenant said she'd stay if I fed her, and she was right about most things. She slept on the highest shelf and watched over the whole room like a small, furry lighthouse.
Pictures of Olive, kept by the person who raised this memorial.
Whispers left here
Small messages from visitors — a candle in words. 2 so far.
She once brought a leaf into the house and looked so proud. A gift.
Cats like Olive are why I believe in ghosts. In the good way.
Some things are easier to say later. Seal a letter for Olive 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.