He Called It a “Compromise”—Until My Cats Exposed His True Heart

and press his head into my palm like he had done a thousand times when my world felt too big.

And I would remember: he wasn’t “just” anything.

He was the reason I didn’t fall apart in college when I was alone.

Luna and Oliver were the reason my apartment felt like a home after heartbreak and relocation and adult loneliness—the kind nobody talks about continue reading …