Sunday marks three months since we lost Bella. I’m trying to recover by focusing on the many happy memories we have of her time with us, but it all seems to circle around to the fact that she isn’t here to make more. Nevertheless, tonight, I’d like to recollect on what happened precisely a year ago today (I’m benefitting from the time stamps on the photos rather than a stellar memory). Bella was a marathon snuggler, capable of being on or against you for hours at a time. But there were two things she wasn’t: clingy, and a lap cat. She preferred to sleep on feet, against a leg, or…