I see her now in all those manifold forms.
Beautiful Mouse with black coat and white tie-her green eyes looking at one all at once trustingly, questioningly, suspiciously.
Comforting Mouse, climbing into bed with us; stretching awake only when I woke in the morning and giving herself an early morning lick-bath before she snapped at the pigeons from the kitchen window and breakfasted; cuddling into “Daddy” Tubby and TinTin’s arms….
Naughty Mouse, grabbing my shawls, running with my stockings all over the house. She has curled up in the teeniest spot of sunshine in the living room; in her blanket-basket where the light spills out from the windows; on the window in front of my desk upsetting my papers and exasperating me.
Fearful Mouse of that big tom cat on the roof, jumping onto my lap as I drink my tea, then running after the babblers, chewing the wheatgerm….Mouse amid the marigolds.
What pleasure and warmth you gave us Mouse, in the few months of your life. We love you till we will meet again.