i let the cat kill a moth so, by sian’s orders, i now have to write an obituary for him (the moth, not the cat) bc i’m, i quote, ‘an accessory to murder’

we did not know the moth very long, so short in fact that we never learnt his name, but in the brief time that he fluttered about the living room he touched our lives and our hearts. we will forever honour his sacrifice, and the tiny beat of his wings will resonate through the ages. may his dust always be strong.