I walk into the lovely little coffee shop and order my drink; a pumpkin spice latte, fitting for a crisp, fall afternoon. I head to my table and begin to write in my notebook, which is fitting for being an author in a coffee shop. My phone dings one of those unpleasant sounds and I read it. The words I read are like a monster, ready to devour me whole and only leave a shrivel of sadness left, my soul. I drop my phone to the floor, and listen as it shatters.

I begin to get up when someone asks me what has happened. I stare at them blankly and the words stick to my throat. I rush out of the door crying and crumple to the ground outside. “Heart... hurts. Dog is gone.” I manage to cough out when another passerby-er asks me what is wrong. When I stumble through the door of my home, instead of seeing sad faces, I see smiling friends. My jaw drops when I see what is in my mother’s hands, a tiny, black and white kitten. I scoop the kitten up and thank my mother. “Yes, the kitten will never be the same as Lilly, but she is pretty cute.” I laugh as I snuggle the kitten, “how about we name her Angel?”