We awoke nine months ago to find Bella hiding under the bed, her breaths coming in rapid groans. We’d euthanize her six hours later. It’s hard to believe that the emaciated, enervated cat on the Ottoman was the same tabby we brought to our new home the previous August. Though she’d had her share of scares and issues, she had survived and thrived through each crisis, culminating with her recovery from cancer in 2020. Twenty Twenty Two had been a difficult yet exhilarating year. We’d started house-hunting the previous fall in one of the worst markets in decades, but after dozens of showing and a dozen bids, 13 was our…